January 16 2006 , guessing this the day all the troubles in my life started. Ion really remember my life as a baby but i bet I was happy. More happy then I'm am now days , I remember most of my walking days. I hated I even started to walk , walking as a feminine black girl is all men see now days. If not like growing up black forget that as a girl ain't bad enough I had no type of motherly love but I don't blame her for what happen to me. I tried to be a happy child and tried to fit in knowing what was happening to me wasn't normal embarrassed to speak up. I hated myself for what was happening to me , I thought I was the only
one maybe this what I was born for everybody joined in instead of trying to stop the pain they was causing me. Missing with Mentally state of mind , my emotional state I would do anything to find some one like me. Not knowing the person that was the closest to me was hurting from the same pain , Knowing that she was hurting the same way I was , was making me hurt more this could not be what I wished for. We had always been close since kids since we was in the same miserable family. We didn't get to see each other that much. Not knowing that at night when I rested that she was up getting molested by the same person I was. I never understood why I had a break when she came over , I never did when anybody else visited but I couldn't bring myself to think sum like that. I started to blame myself for what was happening to her , maybe I wasn't good enough or maybe I just wasn't doing it right. Too young to even know what I was doing but I knew I was going to save her from the same pain I long on too. With this young black power I fight for both of us , I thought as I seen many black queens say before on tv. I had to have her in on the deal so I sat her down and begin to ask her where was she going at night cause some time I would wake and and she wasn't there. She said she was just sleep walking or going to the bathroom which made since but I already knew what was happening. I told her that I walked in on them and she just began to cry. No this couldn't be real I just cried with her for hours I remember us cry all night. When he found out that we knew about what was happening was happening to both of us . He began to blackmail us with small things that would get us in trouble , not knowing he was going to be in the biggest trouble. He started to make us do it together I hated it watching her cry and couldn't get us out of there doing it too making it seem
as if we had too.; tell me if y'all like it and if y'all want more I will be writing under a fake name cause I don't want my family to know but I'm her to sure my story!!
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An broken girl
Short StoryAn life story of an young black girl growing up with her cousin and being molested by the same person for years.