This will probably be the longest part of this whole story.
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When I was fifth teen my father raped me. He raised my by punishing me so that I was afraid of him. On that day we dropped off my step mother to get her hair done. When we got back, it was me, my brother, and my father. My brother was tired and we need to get gas. So he stayed home and went to sleep. So I went with my father to go get gas. All the way up there he rubbed the inside of my leg acting like he was trying to tickle me, but he kept getting closer to my vagina. After we got to the gas station he started putting gas into the car and I started to get scared not realizing what was happening at the time. When we started to head home he started to run underneath or my boobs. When that happened I asked "Daddy what are you doing?" his response was "nothing I'm just trying to tickle you. " so I said OK in a nervous voice. When we got back home my brother was still asleep so my dad told me to go to his room so that Joe could sleep. I didn't think anything of it at that moment either. So when I went into his room and sat on his bed he came in and locked the door behind him. At that moment I got seriously scared because I knew for sure that something was wrong.
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My Life Story
Non-FictionBased on the title this is a story about my life. I have had a lot of things go on in my life that others might have gone through. So I want to share what has happened to me and hopefully I might help out others who have gone through the same thin...
