Please watch until the end. That night, I ran upstairs, unlocked my door, threw up, and I believe I called a friend shortly after. I was still okay enough to help my sister upstairs. At that point, there were no bruises on either of us. You can briefly hear her scream while she was downstairs alone with him. That moment continues to replay in my mind. This story is not only about me. She is only 23 years old. We do not go out often at all. That night was originally supposed to be just us girls.