When I was about 5 to 6 years old, I had a normal family, normal lifePretty decent, until my world took a 180, and split in two with a sharp knife.One day, my cousin came to visit, my parents left us alone, in confidenceBut what they didn't know,was what was going to happen, the final consequence.When he came over he looked funny, something different, something I didn't know aboutHe walked over to me, grabed my arms, threw me to the floor, the rest I forgot.I only remember feeling the wounds on my arms and back, nothing moreAlso feeling my backside wet and sore.About 6 to 7 years passed, and I learned what had happend, I felt ashamedI went to see a doctor becuase of hormonal problems, the dreaded day came.I was scared, thought my mom would find out, about the past events I had hiddenThe doctor came in, examined me, and said I still had my virginity, it still wouldn't be forgotten or forgiven.I felt releived, at the same time alone, when I got home I tore of my clothes, searchingFor the still evident marks on my back, I pressed a finger were the mark was, it still had feeling.I felt mad, knowing that I couldn't do anything anymore, I had waited to longHe was probably in such a state, it must've drove him mad, and I was the only one.Stupid enough, to not see it in his eyes, to not feel it in my blood, to not hear his lust filled voiceBut I was to young to understand, to young to comprehend, I didn't have a choice.He was already way older than me, he was way stronger, it was easy for him to take meTo bruise my arms the way he did, to take me so easily like he did, to blind the innocence in me.I used to say that it would never happen to me, until I remembered the past eventsI kept talking, afraid of rejection, afraid of new effects.Until that day came, I had to speak, it was now or never time, I couldn't hold backI told some close friends of mine, they wouldn't beleive I had the strength to last.I gave everything I had then, so that I wouldn't cry, or else I couldn't be able to continueDoing what I was about to do, say what was so horrifyingly horrible to you.I got home and cried, alone, as I always had, felt it was my fault, I felt ready to die.Minutes and hours passed, waiting for my parents to get homeWhen I herd a knock on the door.I thought it was them so I opened, only to see him again, my back began to throb againHe told me stories and said beautifull things, but inside, I new I was dead.In a given moment, he sat down and told me to turn around, I felt cold sweat on my faceI had no choice, if I didn't do it, he would most likely hurt me, so I turned around at my own pace.I felt eyes on me, I began to twich uncontrolably, as I went to turn around, I felt a slap on my assI began to cry, it hurt so bad, and I knew what was going to happen, his hand was at my back.He got up, and whispered soothing things in my ear, but nothing he said made me feel any better for the events to comeHe bit my ear and licked my neck, touched my ass and my breasts, I couldn't beleive it was happening in my own home.He pushed me hard against the floor, and put me on my knees, I could only watch in horror as he did the unthinkableHe tore of his pants and began to hump my backside, he bit me back in the same spot he had done 7 years ago, he suddeny stoppedI felt something wet on my backside, I knew he had come, I herd him pop.he got of off me, picked up his things and left, I ran to the bathroom to shower and cryI showered for almost and hour, I felt like I had died.My parents showed up an hour later, I hid my marks and bruises and my pains from them, afraid of what they would sayThe night went on as usual, until the next day came.I had 4 hickeys on my lower neck and one on my shoulder, and a terrible bite mark in the center of my backMy friends buged me, thinking it was my current boyfriend, I shuddered knowing that our relationship wouldn't last.I told them lies, afraid of tears, afraid of things I didn't know of, until now I had been alone in my painBut I remembered i wasn't, So I went to tell them, but I backed down in shame.I was frogotten and broken, his simple play thing, he could play with me whenever he wantedBut since he moved far away, my pain has been forgotten.
