That started the worst year. I never knew my life would also change that year. My mother and father split up after a horrible exchange of truths. I felt that they were looking over our feelings and lives. Me especially.
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My mother got us a babysitter because my dad was no longer there to be with us at night. One night I woke up because I felt something crawling on me. When I awoke fully, I found that it was not something but someone. Not a bug or a roach, but a human hand. I didn't get a face, just that it was a male touching me inappropriately.
The next night it happened against, but it was more than touchy feely. The hands held my arms pent to the bed, way over my head. I started to panic, but soon became numb. My body wouldn't budge and my voice ran away. I couldn't feel or identify what happened until I woke up the next morning, sweating. My whole lower body was sore. I had dry blood down my legs. I walked in the bathroom, locked the door, and laid on the floor bawling. I tried to wipe the blood with a towel. Later I would wrap the towel in paper towel, put it in a bag, and burry it. I cried long and hard when I was at home.
That day changed a lot. My attitude worsened and I gained more weight as a protective barrier. Maybe if I isolate myself I'll be ok, I thought. The memory became weaker with time and I pushed it far back. I wanted to forget, so I would have a chance of moving on in the far future.
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Life Without Love
General FictionAll throughout her life, Tanasha has to live with a secret she's been keeping since her Jr. High Years. When the truth is finally told, she has to cope with the judgment from family and friends. Will she finally crack under pressure, or will Tanasha...
