One of the guys urinated on me. They said it was my fault because I was a slut.

In Grade 8, I got into a fight with a friend after school. I later went to her boyfriend’s house to apologize. When I got there, all my “friends” were there: It was a trap. They surrounded me. They walked me to a school near by. They took my sweater - it was a cool fall night. One guy urinated on me, four girls beat the snot out of me, then another one of the guys urinated on me. They said it was my fault because I was a slut. They made up all these lies to justify hurting me but it all came down to me being a slut.