I was six or seven years old when the first wave hit. Trust me this is the best of all of the waves yet.
I decided to go to my aunt's house. My mom was at work so I needed a baby sitter. My AuntyGranny was always willing.
Yes, AuntyGranny. That's what everyone calls her to this day.
She needed to go to the corner store, considering she had needed a few groceries, so she left me in the hands on the monster I have grew to forgive.
At the time he was called Uncle Lorenzo. I really believed he was an uncle to me, though he's actually AuntyGranny's son, my cousin.
She left in his possession. Everything was normal. I was watching SpongeBob and he was in the next room watching his television.
He came out of his room after a few minutes and asked if I wanna play a game with him in his room.
I was six so of course I said yes and jumped up to go play.
He walked into his room and I followed him.
I don't remember to much but I remember his touch on my head as he forced me to suck his penis. It was small and tasted like pee.
I tried to get him to let go but he slapped me and said that this is what real family does. He said to stop trying to push him away or he cut up D-O-G.
D-O-G is a stuffed dog I had gotten from his mom three years prior. I loved him.
So of course I listened. His words got me thinking that what he was making me do was normal. That all people do that and it's okay to do it.
I remember as he finally pulled his hand away from my head, white, hot stuff dropped off his penis onto my face.
After that it's like I blacked out. But when I came to, he had my pants and panties off and I was struggling against him. I remember him grabbing my arms and pinning them to the bed with one hand while the other violated me. I remember screaming because my Mommy always told me no man was to touch my Princess parts. Ever.
So I screamed and screamed. Thrashing around my legs and clawing at his hand.
I had finally released one of my legs and hit in his penis as hard as I could. He shrunk back in pain and got up to leave.
But he didn't leave without saying something that gave me nightmares.
"If you ever tell anyone. I will kill you, D-O-G, and your mom. Every one you think you love will die."
My mom meant, and still does mean, everything to me. So by the time his mom came back I was dressed and sitting in the living room again.
Nothing seemed different. Except the fact that I was crying.
She asked what was wrong but I only said I was scared because I was by myslef.
I never understood that those words coming out my mouth at the age of six would define how I feel inside at the age of fourteen.
