It started off as your typical Thursday night. Go to lacrosse practice, come home, get ready, pregame, go out to the bars.

I was having a great time with my best friend when I saw it. The look on her face as she looked straight ahead. It's common knowledge among girls that best friends can communicate with just one look. And with this one look, I knew. I knew who walked into the bar and knew I had to leave as soon as possible. I turned my head to follow her gaze and I saw him. The one I got kicked out of school, the one with the nerve to show up and ruin my night.

My friend and I bolted towards the bathroom to call the uber. She looked at me and said that she didn't know what to do just then. I assured her that she was such a good friend and she did the right thing. Unlike a previous friend on another occasion who thought I should wait it out.

One look. One look can take you back to that Saturday December night you tried so hard to forget. The night that changed everything.

A rapist walks into a bar...

And I walk away with my head held high because I, I have regained the power he took away from me.