His Story

Part 1

Hi, I'm Milo, I'm 15 and I really don't think my life is the best currently. Actually I never really thought it was the best.

My story starts when I was 3 the first time I got sexually assaulted to my aunt, thankfully she got caught by my dad but to not remember anything from that experience is weird to think about. She was let out of jail before I turned 4 which is weird because me being so young I could have been killed. It's over now so I don't think it's a big deal. And if you were wondering what I was wearing well frankly I don't think that would matter, I was 3 years old. The day after Halloween, and I love Halloween so of course I wore my costume all day after. I was super man so what's not to love about him, but now I hate him and that's okay, because it related to something that was traumatic for me. So let's begin where my mom was getting me out of bed for the day. She had a few things to  do that day and she couldn't leave me at the house alone. So she got me up, gave me a bath and asked me what I wanted to wear, I pointed to my superman costume that was laying on the floor next to my crib, she picked up saying, "This?" I nodded and smiled, she laughed and put it on me. We went to the store, got gas, went to the laundry mat, and then visited my Aunt Judy, She looked at me up and down then smiled at me welcomingly, I ran over to her and gave her a hug. When I was 3 I was overly adventurous so I went through my aunt's house finding things like toys that were my cousin's, running through her yard digging in dirt, as a normal 3 year old does. A few hours later after my dad had gotten off work he also came to my aunt's house, he picked me up hugged me and then gave me a kiss on my forehead. My Aunt wanted to show me more of my cousin's toys so she took me upstairs to my cousin's room while my dad said not to take too long because him and my mom both wanted to leave. I sat on the bed because she told me to... That's when it happened. When she did it. I don't want to go into detail about the things that she did to me because it's personal and I don't remember much. Let's just say it took too long the cops were called and she was only taken in for almost 2 years, and I haven't seen her since.

Let's talk about something happier now. My dad's the best, he checks on me a lot, he helped me when I got puberty and  he helped my sister when she did. He helped me stop a lot of addictions, although he did accidentally start those addictions, but I can't blame him he's the one who tried to ease the pain for me, and he never tried to force me into anything. I love my dad but I think that, he might only need my sister.