Sam,the devil in human form. I hated him and I still do. That was the " man " who used to force me to have sex with him for seven years. Having sex with a thirty year old man hurt my soul as a little girl. I just couldn't wrap my head around the situation. What kind of sick man really enjoyed things like that? Growing up, I'd miss school on purpose because I was so ashamed to face anybody. Missing school wasn't always the best decision though. My mother was a bus driver which meant she would be gone most of the day. You know what that means? I took her place in the bed when she left for work.
I got used to it after the years went on. It even came a point where I stopped crying every second of the foul ass inner course I had to take part in. Every time sam was about to cum, he'd hurry up and push me off of him, making sure he hit my face on the wall behind him so I'd have an excuse not to go to school the following day. I hated that. Not only because it hurt, but because I liked school. I liked learning and being the smartest kid in my class. He took school away from me along with my childhood. As a seventeen year old today, I learned about forgiveness. So I'm at a point where I have forgiven him for what he's done to me, but the sound of his voice and the sight of him makes me cringe
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Broken Soul Looking For Love
Non-FictionBroken Hearts , Broken Families & Broken Souls . #ThisIsMyStory My goal is to reach out to those who relate to my story and allow others to understand there is in fact a rainbow after the storm. - {Based on a true story }
