When I was about twelve, I was visiting my grandparents, and bumped into this kid who was saying that he knew me in kindergarten. I was a little skeptical, since he looked like he was about seventeen, but he knew my name so I ignored it. (Granted, I probably shouldn't have. It was a small town where everybody knew everybody)
He stepped into the yard and blocked me up against a tree before asking if he could come inside. I nodded and showed him around. I showed him my old room, my mom's old room, the bathrooms, and then took him back into the hallway. He noticed that there was an extra room that led from the laundry room, and asked to see what it was.
I told him we weren't allowed to go in there, but he told me it would just be a short period of time. I gave in, and took him into the back room. It had a bed in the middle of it, and without a warning, he pushed me up against it and began to kiss me. Then he moved his hand up to my shoulder and touched the collar of my shirt, and consequently, my neck, after which I decided to finally push him away. He pulled back, and I ran downstairs and hid under a desk since my sister was there to cover me.
It's been about four years, and I'm still terrified to visit my grandparents sometimes, and I know it's not my fault it happened, but I don't know if it counts as sexual assault or not. Even if it does, I don't know his last name, I haven't seen him around anywhere, and I don't remember what he looks like since I was so panicked. I don't know what I would do if it counted as sexual assault.