The more I grew and matured, my attitude grew with it. My anger and rage built up put me deeper into not liking to stay at my mom’s house so I ended up going to my grandma’s house for the summer. It was fun not having to worry about being in fear, it made me feel safe. Until one day my cousin had to babysit me and my little brother. At the time I was 10 years old my little brother was just a toddler. The raging thoughts soon became fear when I saw him and hurtful. I remember just dropping my head begging my mom not to leave me with him. She ignored me and closed the door. About half an hour in he seen my brother was sleep he dragged me into the bathroom and raped me for two hours straight. Without me saying a word I went to the couch where my little brother was i picked him up and hugged him. My cousin grew angry and tried to go after my brother but I spoke up telling him to take me instead of my little brother “He’s a baby please just take me instead” I said he evilly smirked and sent him into the other room. Right in the middle of him violating me my little brother walked in him not being bothered he scared him off and continued.
