I was raped and my boyfriend doesn't believe me

sorry if my thoughts are rambly I just can't seem to stay structured and eloquent

I was at a club with my best friend, I didnt offer him to come with me this time, because last time I did it, he just sat alone, angry, while I was talking with my friends and he was ruining the mood. Yelled at me for not involving him after, even though I tried multiple times. I figured the loud clubs just push him over the edge, so I didnt bring him along.

Anyway, there was this man hitting on me in the club. I told him no millions of times, tried to get away from him and find my friend, the crowd got fucking crazy, I got lost. But somehow the man kept finding me. He kept following me. I yelled at him, as loud as I could, a few people glanced at me and one guy came up. He just confronted him, said that I was clearly uncomfortable, defended me. I told the man a thank you, and the creep seemed to back off.

At that point I felt irritated so I just stepped out of the club, tried calling my friend. She wasn't answering, so at that point I just was about to call an Uber and go back home. I was incredibly angry and the fun was ruined. I just wanted to go home.

But someone grabbed me from behind and fucking picked me up. He covered my mouth, was calling me names for "humiliating him". I knew it was that man instantly. I tried to fight back, I was kicking, but it got him even more mad. He dragged me behind the dumpster.

My mouth was covered the entire time, I was being beaten. The street was fucking empty, I got knocked out at one point. I woke up in a hospital, I was questioned, but I didn't know enough about the man - no name, no surname, I didn't remember his eye colour. But the club could have had cameras outside, so they would look into it. I was in a horrible state, I had a fucking concussion. I was humiliated. I was miserable.

I called my boyfriend, expecting comfort, but he fucking blew up on me. First got mad for not answering his calls in time, when I explained the situation he seemed shocked and hung up on me. Then texted me about the hospital location and I told him. He showed up.

He seemed angry. He questioned me, said the story seemed made up and that I probably just liked the guy and let him have rough sex with me that I didn't give him. He got hung up over the fact that the street was empty and the man just got away? Solely because of that detail, he just thinks that I got fucked by a guy in public in a "kinky, rough way" (his words) and just was embarrassed after. He then started asking me questions about the guy, if he was handsome, if he was tall...

I cried so hard. I told him to leave me alone, and when he left, I cried for the rest of the day. That was yesterday. I still haven't answered any of his texts, or seen them. I can't believe that he doesn't trust me.

I just hope the cameras were there, so I will have proof of what happened, or maybe the police will question the people that were in the club that night and I'm sure they'll confirm what was happening before I left the place.

I feel so horrible. I haven't had thoughts this bad in a long time. I'll never trust a person again. I'm angry with everyone.