I was raped. (Image Credit - Pixabay) It's said that the truth can never be buried. And some events can never be forgotten no matter how many suns have risen and fallen on the horizon. This is the story of how I was raped . My high school days weren't lacking of parties and tons of other exciting activities that keep our young blood hot and our hearts pumping faster. It's in one of these social gatherings that I met a rapist. My rapist. Just like a magnet, everyone adored and respected him because of his great skill in basketball. People said that he would move mountains if he took it as a professional career. What's more? He didn't have any flaw if we don't include the fact that his academic reports are nothing to be proud of. And I liked him. That's the truth. The reason for this for that I was obsessed with the idea of being "that" popular girl. And the easiest and fastest way to attain this feat is to be the chick of the s