My boyfriend and I went out to watch a gig, and then met up with his friend at a different pub. All night I had 1 double vodka and orange, and 1 single disaronno and coke.

After the pub shut, we went back to mine and my boyfriends to watch some TV, get some food and so they could catch up.

We ordered food, watched TV, and I went to bed around 3am.

I woke up at 5am, being fingered in my bed. I thought it was my boyfriend who had come to bed horny and drunk but once it was obvious I was awake (I said hey babe and started rolling over), it stopped. This lasted around 3 seconds from me waking up and realising.

I rolled over to give him a kiss to discover it was his friend. He had waited until my boyfriend fell asleep, then brought himself up to our room, took his trousers off, and then had touched me for god knows how fucking long.

I screamed at him to get out, screamed for my boyfriend to help, screamed in general. I started having a panic attack and crying because he wouldn't leave (getting all his shit together) and launched his phone across the room whilst screaming for my boyfriend.

His friend started crying and went downstairs, whilst I sobbed and hugged my teddy on the floor because I couldn't stand to be on the bed. I phoned my boyfriend because I was too scared to go downstairs, but I heard him talking so I went down, barley able to stand because I was shaking so much.

He told his friend to leave, took me back upstairs, and hugged me for two hours straight on the floor whilst I shook and cried.

He helped me change the bed sheets, flip the mattress, spray the room and then hugged me whilst I shook.

I got about 30 minutes sleep. We both laid together and cried. He's been best friends with this guy for 20 years.

I don't know what to do, I don't know who to tell, I always thought that if I ever got sexually assaulted I would instantly report it, go to the police. But now in my head I have 'but it's his best friend, what if it was a drunken mistake, it'll probably never happen again'.

And I want to throw up over these fucking thoughts.

I moved in with my boyfriend 3 months ago. We bought a brand new bed for around £1300. And I don't want to be near fucking any of it.

I don't even know what to feel right now. What if I'd had more to drink, what if I hadn't woken up. I don't feel like me anymore. I don't know what to do.