My teenage years were very typical. They were uneventful years, the life of a normal teenage girl. High school September through to June. Then summer jobs. The last year of highschool, I decided to move in with my boyfriend. It was cool to have my own space, no one to tell me what to do, when to clean… I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. My boyfriend and I got along very well, and I was very happy. Until that fateful night.