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I can't say when my uncle came to live with us, but it was a long time ago, my father became disabled in an accident, so Uncle Krys was our only source of income.

Sometimes things were fine... But when he drank...
All hell broke loose.

Every time he even looked at a bottle we all dove for cover.

Momma tried her best to protect me...

But eventually, her best wasn't enough.  As soon as I was 14 he started looking at me the way he did to mom

It was only a matter of time.

We were all at dinner, trying to pretend we didn't see the empty beer cans on the table.

"I'm done" he said before getting up
Leaving the rest of us there

"But I need the kid to help me with something"

"Leave her alone Krystopher" my mom said calmly

"Don't tell me what to do Barbra! Don't forget, I own you people"

My dad looked up at him meekly and begged

"Please brother, she's only a child"

"Does it look like I give a shit? If she's old enough to have breasts like that she's old enough to keep me company"

"Please" mom said, getting up and shielding me

"Take me instead"

He chuckled a sickly laugh

"You've been used up old woman"

And with that he snatched me away

"Just let it happen sweetie, he won't hurt you if you just let it happen"
Momma said, holding back the urge to throttle uncle Krys

"Momma? Daddy I'm scared" i whispered as he pulled me away

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