At first I thought of it as nothing. He come really close to me a touch my hand or waist. I was only 7 years old at the time.
But then one day he came to my room in the middle of the night. At first I thought that he was just mistaken mine and him room. But then he slowly walked to the corner of my bed, and started to touch me. I didn't like it so I started to tell him to stop and pushed him away. "Please stop I don't like it." "Well I didn't care."
He then won the fight and took all of my cloths off. This is when my nightmare was born.
