Too Young

Aunt Sheryl

My aunt Sheryl up and left me one day. I want to hate her. I really do, but I feel like she left for a reason and a good one. A day after she left, our house caught on fire and the police came. I ran but they caught me. I ran cause I was afraid of exactly what they did.

"Hiiiiii" my mom said and a fake cheery voice. "John! John come here and look At Alex!"

my heart sped up beats. Oh my god! My dads bestfriend! Uncle John is here he can save me. All those thoughts came crashing down when he came around the corner, looking drunk and licking his lips looking at me me.

"mmm Princess Alex. come here" he said seductivlely.

My mom pushed me towards him and whispered to me "listen to him! hes paying the bills and keeping food in our mouths!" I could smell liquor and a lot of other stuff.

He yanked me by my arm and pulled me in for a hug.

"Um hey John" I said worridly but half happy to see someone familiar.

"hey princess. lets run you a bath" he said looking straight into my eyes.

my heart did something weird and it skipped a beat and I felt shy. It all felt wrong.

"um okay. I guess" I said as he pulled me roughly to the bathroom.

"youur mamma aint meeting needs no more baby. take your clothes off" he said quietly while running a bath.

"oh?" I said looking at the wall while undressing... I trusted John once before. I got in the water and sat down and relaxed. The process of my mom finding me in foster care and getting me back was very long.

I started feeling uncomfortable. Like when you feel somebody staring at you. I opened my eyes and John was looking at me. Well not at my face... but my body.

"Okay no more relaxing. Ive been waiting to wash you up since you was 10 girl." he said getting a rag.

I chuckled.

"Im older now. I can do it myself" I said as I was smiling and sitting up but he pushed me back down hard.

"I wanna help. just relax while I do this" he said getting the rag wet. I laid back and was thinking of what my room looked like.

He started washing my neck with a rag softly and massage my shoulders. I let out a small sigh and heard him grunt. He moved to my chest but... he wasnt using a rag no more, just hands. He kept grunting and grunting while washing all over my chest and legs. I felt tingly in my lady parts Aunt Sheryl talked to me about. I wanted to cried all though it felt like good in a very weird way. I knew it was wrong.

He got the rag and washed me there and I jumped up and got a towel and ran in my room. Was I just raped? or is it not rape cause we didnt actually have sex? I decided it wasnt and got dressed and went downstairs for dinner.