Let's start off with the man who hurt me first. My father. We'll call him David but that's not his actual name. This is for safety reasons only.
Now David was a very unique man, very bipolar. He was a narcissist and a paedophile and a rapist. He would constantly touch me inappropriately on my back, thighs, ass, hair, and sometimes even chest. It wasn't just him though, it was all my uncles from his side of the family too.
I remember this one time a few months ago, we were visiting family in Scotland, and were now pacing up to leave and I put my suitcase in the car and saw my uncle walk up behind me, and I knew exactly what was gonna happen next, so I quickly jumped out of the way and to somewhere behind him as he swing his arm, aiming for my ass but just about missing it, luckily. He yanked on my arm to pull me towards him and slapped me in the butt twice as hard as he usually did, making me start tearing up from the pain and the feeling of being so violated and feeling so disgusted in myself for letting it happen. I still am. Once he saw me crying he whispered in my ear "it wouldn't have hurt as much if you didn't pull away the first time, would it?"
God I hated that. I hated it so much, I felt like shit for the whole ride home because of that..
My dad wasn't any better, he did those kinds of things too.
18/09/21
That's all I really have to say about them...If I make any edits, I'll make them in bold.
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My Escape
عشوائيI just need a place to escape from all the chaos in my life, so I'm making this book and I'll be writing some short stories and stuff in it because writing is the only healthy way I know how to cope with this stuff.
