I sat in my room staring at the moon having flashbacks from when I was younger. I was only nine years old when I was sexually abused by my cousin, who was from my father side of the family, he was a tall mix African American guy who was only fourteen years old. I can still remember that moment in my life like it was only yesterday. It was like any normal sunny Saturday afternoon, I was in the backyard playing with my toys with my two best friends Alex and Shamar who lived not far away from my house, their grandparents would always bring them over every weekend especially on a Saturday for us to play with each other toys and have our own little fun while our grandparents gossip. My cousin who's name is Anthony would frequently come over on Saturdays to spend the day with me and my grandma came a bit late than he usually does that day. He approached me with a small black plastic bag that was filled with a lot of goodies in it and shoved it in my hand saying:
"I bought this for you, but if you want it you gotta do something for me first."
It was very surprising, He never bought me anything before or ever purchased stuff for anyone else in our family, He was always this greedy guy constantly taking things from us and never like sharing.
"What do I have to do?", I asked curiously.
"Follow me upstairs and I will show you!" He said.
grabbing my right hand pulling me to the back door, heading straight up to my room.
They were two rooms in my grandmother's house, I stayed at the last room just a little away from the back door and my grandmother and grandfather in the front room.
He brought me up to my room and look the door, resting the bag of goodies that he bought for me on an old wooden chair.
"Take off your clothes," he said. Taking off his T-shirt and unbuttoning his long old saggy jeans.
"Why? what are we going to do?" I said, sitting on my bed looking at him while he takes all of his clothes off.
"We are gonna have some fun, it's like a game we gonna take all of our clothes off and touch each other. It's gonna be our little game and also our secret, you can't tell grandma or grandpa or anyone else or you will get into trouble and they gonna blame everything on you OK?"
He said,
With a serious and scary look in His eyes.
He started touching all over my body placing his hands on my butt cheeks and the other stroking my little penis. I was really scared, my heart was rushing really fast I was so disoriented I didn't know what to do.
"Stop",
I cried nervously.
"Shhh!, don't let granny hear us" he interrupted angrily covering my mouth with his left hands.
He turned me over told me to bend down and tried to push his penis in my bottom. But I quickly push him off And told him to stop, I told him I don't want to do it, he pushed me down on the bed and covered my mouth and took oil that was at hands reach and massaged it all over my butt cheeks and all over my butt. He then took his penis and pushed it into my bottom very slowly and started moving it back and forth continuously. I tried so hard for him to stop, scraping and trying to bite his hands for him just to stop. but finally, He did let go of my hands. I started sobbing, picking up My clothes and getting dressed, he quickly grabbed his clothes and ran outside and head straight to the bathroom. I sat there on the floor next to my bed crying in pain from what had just happened. After my cousin Anthony ran out and went to the bathroom to get himself clean up I never really saw him back, he never really came back to visit us. I never told anyone about what happened, was I scared? yes, i really was but I knew to myself telling my grandparents about what had occurred would've lead to total destruction, and I know everything that had happen would be blamed on me and if my mother had heard she and my grandmother would have a huge fight so I just hid it in a very deep dark part of my brain. But what happened that day really changed me in a very mysterious way, things never had felt the same after that day. But I regret not telling anyone what happened that day, I should've told someone something, at least my grandmother But I guess I was young and scared. I was really a shy little simple kid that always used to get bullied actually every day in school. I always stayed with my grandmother since I was a baby, we lived at lot 36 Stanleytown New Amsterdam Berbice, Guyana (South America). I never knew much about my father or my mother but my mother who I see from time to time actually every weekend mainly on Sundays. She always appears and brings stuff for me mostly for school and such. But my father, on the other hand, I never used to see him at all, only my mom. Everything was going well in My life from that point, until 6 months after my mother arrived and pick me up from my grandmother's house. I had just came from school taking off my school clothes and taking out my books to do my homework.
"pack all you're clothes and toys, you're going with you're mother" she addressed me, taking out my suitcase from under my bed.
"Why do I have to go with her? I don't really know my mother that much " I complained. Packing my school books back into my bag and looking for clothes to put on.
I noticed that my grandparents and my mom were fighting, every time she came here to visit me they would always be yelling at each other and my grandmother always told her not to come back here to see me. I didn't know what was going on but all I knew for sure was that I had to leave my grandparents house.
" you're gonna be okay just obey your mother and everything is gonna be fine, she replied. Hugging me and kissing me.
She helped me arranged all my stuff and led me downstairs to my mother, who was waiting for me in a yellow taxi. My grandmother packed my suitcase and other things in the trunk and handed me my bag pack. She hugged me repeatedly and kiss me on my cheeks saying that she loves me. I can see how sad she was just looking into her face, tears came to my eyes as I tell her I loved her and jumped in the bag seat of the car and droved away. I turned to the back window in the car and saw my grandmother, she was still standing there watching the car drove away. That day was a very sad and emotional day for me I didn't know anything about my family from my mother side and I hardly knew anything about my mother other than what my grandmother had told me about her. But all I knew in my head was that I was going to meet my new family.
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Around The way boy
Non-FictionThis is a true story about a guy name Shawn, he was just nine (9) years old when he got abused from his family member , got kicked out of his parents house, got physically abused from his mother, had to face the streets, fell in love and got his hea...
