When I was 20 I kind of ran away from home into the arms of a criminal. He was renting a house in Quebec and I was suicidal at the time. He was mostly nice to me the whole time. I stayed with him for about a month or two. Two weeks before we broke up he raped me. We were about to have sex, he asked if we could do anal, I said no and he held me down and did it anyways. I didn’t cry. I didn’t respond. I was there. I didn’t know what to say. He was a loser.