Beautiful Romance

Intro

            I can't remember most of my younger life. Most kids I would imagine played on there bikes, and had family picnic's in the park.  I do remember moving every two years. We lived in California, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and finally settled down in Missouri. I never had a chance to make friends, so I'm not really people friendly. I think I'm nice but most kids my age avoid me. My only real friend is my little sister Amber. She's a year younger than me.

        We play'd barbie's some times, but most of the time we'd just fight. She'd hit me, I grab her favorite teddy bear and threaten to tare it's head off. Then she'd stab me with a fork. You know the normal sibling stuff. I don't remember doing any family shit though. I don't know if it's from a bad memory or we simply never did the family thing.  I do however, remember getting my period in the fourth grade. 

           It was the worst thing ever. I shouldn't have been surprised, I had boobs in the first grade.  My earliest child hood memory, other than fighting with my sister. Was the summer between fourth and fifth grade. It was suppose to be one of the best summers of my life. My little sister Amber and I were going to stay the summer with my Aunt Fay in Hobbs, New Mexico. Only it didn't turn out as awesome as I had thought it would be.

          I spent most of my days at my grandparents house. Which really wasn't that bad. My grandpa would buy Amber and I any thing we wanted. Movies, ice cream, Pizza it didn't matter. If we asked for it, it was ours. I remember telling my Grandpa I wanted to ride a horse. So he called one of his friends and I got to spend the day riding a beautiful solid black horse. 

     My grandma, would make t-shirts with us. Printing whatever we wanted on them. Then let us paint them. Some times she would just sit play her guitar, and sing ole folk songs to us. I loved listening to her sing, or even the way she smelled. She had a one of a kind smell. That even to this day if I try hard enough I can still smell. I would even take naps with her. My grandma is one of my most favorite people in the world.

          I hated for my day with my grand parents to end. This means going to my aunts house. I love my aunt. She'd play Super Mario 3 with me. I loved Nintendo. My dad would never let me have one. He'd always tell me to go find some work that needed done. "Nintendo will rot your brain" he'd say. My Aunt Fay said I could play it as much as I wanted.

        However,  her boyfriend Gary, is an entirely different story. He was nasty. He had long black greasy hair, his breath always smelled of a mix between onion's and tomato's, and he always wore Stetson cologne.  He was about five foot eight with a medium complexion and dark brown eyes. 

       His eyes were so dark that you really had to look twice at them to make sure they weren't black. At first glance one might think he was Mexican, but he was really an Indian. He tried to play the nice uncle role for everyone to see. However he was the Devil. He just hide well behind his crooked smile.

    I new better. This was not a nice man, no matter what anyone thought. They didn't know him like I did. They never saw the evil I saw. Behind that smile, dark skin, and long hair. He hide his horns.  He would sneak into my room at night. At first he would just touch me on top of my cloths, but after a few days he was touching me under my cloths. Then one night while my sister was at my other aunts house. 

        He held his hand over my mouth, and whispered "I will snap your neck if you make a sound or tell anyone. Then he put his finger's inside me. Moving them around in and out of me. That to this day, I have never fully gotten over it. I started trying to lock my door at night, in different ways. When that didn't work, I started making excuses, to stay with my grandparents or at my other aunts.

        I'd tell my Aunt that, I really need to spread out my summer with all my family here.  The only time I would stay at my Aunt Fay's house is if Amber was going to stay the night. I have to protect her. If one of us was going to get hurt it would be me. I started keeping a diary. Of all the times and things he had did to me.