I was 15 and had my first real job, working at a neighborhood vegetable market about a mile and a half from home. I don’t remember how I got the job but it was more than just mowing my neighbor’s yard or painting fences. I thought it was pretty cool, setting up the produce, dealing with customers. It only lasted a few months.
Late one Saturday, during a lull in traffic, a group of five young men came in and decided that I looked good enough to be raped. Yeah. The highlight of my day to be sure. They were all either late teens or early 20s. The leader and another guy forced me into the back room while the other three hung out out front. Why there was a cot, I have no clue but there was a cot in the back room.
The leader undoubtedly went onto a career in porn. He was bigger than my forearm and as I was technically a virgin, he ripped me open but good. When his buddy at the door heard me crying out so bad, he turned and saw I was covered in blood and thought the first guy was killing me so he made him stop and they all took off. I guess rape was okay but killing was bad.
I quit my job. I was ashamed and didn’t even tell the nice lady why. Suck it up. Move on.