After I reported him to police, all of our friends joined his side.

I’d been deemed the “slut” in my group because of my breast size. When I tried to confide in my best friend about being beaten, she shrugged, and when I told her a mutual friend of ours had taken advantage of me when I was drunk, our entire group of friends branded me with their version of a scarlet letter. The lack of support perpetuated the abuse, and I was raped and beaten for months before I finally went to police. “You fucking slut! How could you do this to him?” How could he do that to me? After I reported him to police, all of our friends joined his side. He drugged me, and he was completely sober, yet I was branded the slut and the whore and the cunt. “How could I?” “Police would never believe a whore like you, you’re going to lose, and you’ll pay.” People I hadn’t told about the rape knew. “Oh, you’re that slut. He’s a nice guy! WTF” I don’t even fucking know you!! He can’t be that nice if he beat and raped me for months, which lead to severe PTSD and several suicide attempts.