It's been bugging me...

It’s realy hard to talk about this but in April 08 my Aunt’s foster son tried to rape me. He was 16 I was 14. He’s now 17 (or 18 I’m not sure now) and I’m 16. So anyway I went over to my aunt’s house and my cousin was playing her game and I went to go sit on the couch behind her and the foster kid. He was playing the game as well. And then after a few minutes of talking my cousin gets up and goes somewhere. I don’t remember right now, but when she was out of sight he came over and sat next to me on the couch and looked at me wierd. I asked him what and he didn’t say anything. I felt realy awkward. Then the got close to me and held me down and started kissing me. I struggled but he’s way stronger than me. anyyway, he got my shirt up and my pants down. He started touching me in those places and I kept saying no but he wouldn’t stop. He started unbuttoning his pants when I screamed and he paniced. I put my clothes back to where they were originally and stayed in the same spot. I was practically frozen in fear just staring at him until my cousin came back. When she finally did come back I said I had to go and I left. I was too scared to tell her since he was right there. I went home and stayed in my room and the next morning I just put it to the back of my mind trying to forget about it. The whole summer I was with my Aunt a lot and I saw him a lot. I acted as if nothing happened around my aunt although it was hard. Then at the beginning of this years school year in August we read a book in my English class called Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. It triggered all of those memories back and I tried pushing it to the back of my head like I did before but it didn’t work. I just don’t know how to deal with this. I’ve told my best friend whom the same thing happened to her but it actually happened all the way. I also told my cousin but she didn’t believe me. I’ve been thinking about therapy and I finally went to to my church counselors to talk about it. I didn’t exactly tell them what happened because I didn’t want them to tell the police. It helped alittle but I’ve been dealing with this all year and It’s May already. I just can’t keep living like this.