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TRIGGER WANRING 

TALK OF SEXUAL ABUSE 


  I was four years old the first time I remember being abused. 

  It wasn't the first time but it's the first time I remember. 

  I was laying in bed at four years old sleeping in my bed. 

  I was awoken by cold hands on my legs, someone pulling up my nightgown. 

  I looked down it was my brother. 

  He smiled at me and told me to be quiet. 

  I begged him to stop but he didn't. He just kept going. 

  He lifted my nightgown over my head and then he pulled down my underwear.

  I remember feeling cold, scared and frightened. 

  I closed my eyes then felt a second pair of hands on me. 

  It was my sister. 

  She leaned up and kissed me on the mouth as my brother put his hands on my vagina. 

  I cried through sisters kiss. 

  This was not normal. 

  I wanted to run, scream, hide...but I was held down. 

  Sister played with my buds while brother played with my vagina. 

  Once they finished, they laughed and left me alone. 

  I curled up in a ball and cried myself to sleep. 

  This was the first time not the last.

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