Reuben Williams

I'm thinking, oh my God, what is happening right now?

And I can still feel the presence of this person like to my left.

And I'm in this like incredibly compromised position right now.

And I'm like, holy shit, like how do I get out of here?

So I start to like slowly like pick my pants up and get off the bed and then dare to look back down to see who's next to me.

And sure enough, it's the outgoing head of communications, Timothy Whittaker.

And he's lying there on his side, um, centimeters away from me where my head was acting as though he was asleep.

And so my like blood starts pumping.

I'm just like, I need to get the hell out of here.

So go to the living room, grab my boots, get into the elevator.

The elevator has a mirror.

And, uh, I look into the mirror and I see this very distressed version of Ruben looking back at me.

I look myself directly in the eyes and think, holy shit, you've just been sexually assaulted.

Like you 24 year old white heterosexual male.

You like, this doesn't happen to people like you.

And, um, and so now I'm just trying to go somewhere safe.

And so I get out into Victoria street and, um, I pull my phone up to try and call someone.

And on my phone, there's a message from a number that I didn't have saved.

And it says, yo, where are you?

And, um, I didn't say the timestamp at the time, but it came through when I was in the elevator and I call it straight away.