Processing my experience with rape

I was raped at the age 15. Ever since I turned 10 I called my “biological father” every single night. I looked up him as my super hero. Years passed and I couldn’t wait to meet him. The night came. Two months after my fifteenth birthday. My not-so logical mother finally told me I could go with her. We drove 13 hours to Missouri and I had gifts and was so happy. Long story short. He spent the day coddling me. Then that night he drugged everyone in the house and raped me.