My mother would routinely make us breakfast every morning, before school... On the weekends first things first,breakfast at the table... After we ate breakfast my mother would always have us go outside to play while she did her daily house duties.The first weekend after we moved to the house on "Q"st, we met our neighbors to the left and right of us.I usually played alone if it couldn't be just my sisters and myself. One day our 15 year old neighbor saw me playing alone so she approached me. It took me awhile to come around and play. She was really nice to me for awhile,until one day. She pinned me up to the wall and began to touch me then kiss me. As I tried to push away to run home,she started to become abusive towards me. She released me only when she was finished doing what she wanted to with me.Before letting me go I clearly remember her threatening me that if told anyone,she would tell my parents it was me that did all these horrific things to her then she'd beat me til I took my last breath....
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Innocence lost
Non-FictionAt 6 my struggle thru life begins as I was continuously sexually molested by my 15 year old neighbor..it continued for as long as we lived on "Q" st.. I hated life... I wanted to just DIE...
