Tormented

Chapter 1

Natalie's POV

I didn't know what to do, I just laid there in bed thinking about what happened.

I was in sixth Grade at the time. Why would anyone want to have sex with a sixth grader? Why would they do this?

My mother told me that my cousin was going to babysit me while she was at work when she left in the morning. Little did I know this day would be the start of a horrible life.

Travis, my cousin was already at the house. He knew I was not a 'girly girl' per say, so we would ride bikes and play football together.

Later that day he told me "you're not supposed to be like this, you're supposed to like men." At my age I was taught to never judge anyone about their lifestyle or preferences and to be respectful. Why was he telling me this?

I felt scared at the moment but I didn't let it show because he was walking towards me. He was way bigger than me and he threw me on the bed and forced himself into me.

No one heard my screams. No one heard my cries for help. I stopped moving and crying after a while. He told me not to tell anyone and this was normal. Even for close family members.

He left me there and went about his business before my mother came home.

What did I do to deserve this?

While I laid there with blood running down my legs, I blacked out for a few moments. When I woke up I cleaned the sheets and took a shower.

For the next few days were terrible. I was jumpy at school and at home anytime someone touched me. I felt sick. My stomach was hurting. I was 10. Who was going to help me or believe if I told them what happened? Would they laugh at me? What if he kidnapped me if I told anyone?

This continued after I graduated primary school and was now attending secondary school. It was now 2 years since this was happening. I was too scared to tell anyone. There was no one I could turn to or talk to. Not even my mother. I was lonely.

My mother moved again and got a new boyfriend. He was 32. He played nice for a few months, buying games and taking us to the movies. We were getting along fine until I caught him checking me out one afternoon. I was 12. What kind of man is this?

That night I didn't sleep. I was up all night wondering if he was going to do the same or if I should tell my mother about this. Would she even believe me? She acts like she doesn't love me. So it would make no sense telling her anything anyway.

Mom went off to work one morning and he came home early, I was taking a shower. He said I shouldn't tell anyone and he'd just gotten out of jail and he wouldn't mind going back if I said anything to anyone.

He told me to put on my mother's underwear. Dear God, why do you let this happen to me? He rammed himself inside of me and finished quickly. I laid there too terrified to say a word. "It's okay, this is the way it should be." He said as he left the house.

I cried all afternoon and all night. Why are these men having sex with girls who aren't even in their teens? Why does this excite them? This is sick and disgusting.

Do I say something? Or die?

Nobody loves me. I guess this is how it's supposed to be.