HE LOVED ME IN THE DARK

HE SAVED ME!

A/N: SO RIGHT NOW MY BOOK IS DOING PRETTY AWESOME TO ME! I NEVER THOUGHT IN A MILLION YEARS I WOULD HAVE MANY READERS SO QUICKLY, EVEN PEOPLE I DON'T EVEN KNOW, CAN RELATE! I AM BLESSED AND HIGHLY FAVORED!

DEDICATION:

I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO THE MAN WHO SAVED MY LIFE! ANY OF MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHO ARE READING THIS BOOK WILL KNOW WHO IM SPEAKING OF, AND THAT MAN IS.....

DEXTER THOMAS!

DEXTER IS MY UNCLE, HE IS MARRIED TO MY AUNTIE DEANN, THE WOMAN WHO I AM NAMED AFTER. HE HAS BEEN IN OUR LIVES SINCE WE WERE BABIES. EVEN THOUGH I AM 31 YEARS OLD, I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO OFFICIALLY THANK HIM FOR BEING THERE WHEN I NEEDED SOMEONE THE MOST! THIS MAN ACTUALLY ACKNOWLEDGED WHAT HAPPENED TO ME, AND FOR THAT I AM TOTALLY GRATEFUL! AND EVEN IF HE NEVER READS MY BOOK, EVERYONE ELSE WILL KNOW HOW MUCH OF A HERO HE WAS TO ME! SO IF YOU SEE DEXTER IN THE STREETS, THANK HIM AGAIN, FOR ME, AND FOR ALL THE OTHER CHILDREN BEING ABUSED, WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAVE THEM!

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        When I was going on ten years old, our uncle Dexter moved in with us.  He was a good guy then.  He was my dad's youngest sister's boyfriend.  He moved in to watch us as well, he began getting us ready for school, and cooking for us, because my mother still wasn't doing it, but I think around the time she finally got off her ass and got a job at a linen factory.

        I never told uncle Dexter about Pat abusing me, because I learned my lesson years ago.  Plus, I thought it was normal anyway, so why bring it up.  Well, one afternoon, me and Kanitha were asleep in one of the beds, in the bedroom that was in the attic.  We were sleeping together, when Pat came in and climbed in the bed with me.  He didn't care that my sister was laying next to me, he wanted it, so I gave it to him.  He started rubbing and touching all over me.  Then he wanted me to suck his little penis.  I was so used to it, at the age of ten.  I had already been doing it for years, so I figured the quicker I get it over with, the sooner Pat would get the hell out of my bed before my sister woke up.

        A little while into our act, my uncle Dexter walked in unannounced, looking for something.  Dexter caught us in the act while I was actually performing oral sex on this grown ass man.  He started yellling, and went on a rampage.  He immediately hopped in the bed and lunged at Pat.  He started whooping his ass right in the same bed that Pat and I were just fucking in moments before.  By this time my sister woke up, oblivious to what was happening.

        For years I hated my sister, because I believed deep down in my heart, she knew what was happening to me.  Even when Big Daddy was molesting all of us, I felt, by Kanitha being my sister, she would have spoken up for me, and with me, but she never did.  So I hated her and my cousins, every last one of those bitches.  While everyone was going around the family calling me a liar, and treating me like shit, they were being loved and well-liked, treating me like garbage right along with everyone else.

        Somehow during the fight, Pat got away.  I remember my uncle Dexter chased him out of the house.  He stopped to ask me and Kanitha if we were okay.  After we said yes, he went back outside to see if he could spot the grimey muthafucka.  He was long gone.  My uncle immediately called the police, and minutes later they showed up.  Shortly after that, my parents showed up!

        I could see the look in both my parents faces, and they were pissed.  Not because of what Pat got caught doing to me, but because people would finally know that we weren't the perfect family.  My mother was looking at me like, 'why the fuck did I have to open my mouth to say anything.' She actually told the police that, that was a lie I told everyone.  It was then that my uncle Dexter stepped up and told them what he saw.  And to think, I always didn't really like uncle Dexter when he first moved in with us.  Only because I thought he was another man that was going to be fucking me, and at age 10, I was tired of fucking aready.  But, it turned out that he was a lot like my dad.  He became a father figure to us.  And who would've thought that the uncle I liked the least, would be the one to save my life after all this time.

        When the police arrived, some of them questioned my parents on the porch, while a white male police officer ask me some questions, in his big green car.  I'm not sure how long we sat in his car, but it seemed like hours.  The whole time we talked, I barely spoke back.  I was terrified, because I always got into trouble when I told, so I didn't say shit.  After so long, the cop started making progress.  At first, of course, I thought he was another man that wanted to mess with me, yes I became suspicious of every man that came within five feet of me, but the police officer was only trying to help.  I began to spill a whole pot of beans.  Toward the end of our conversation, I told him that my uncle Conley had been molesting me as well.  It was traumatic for a little girl to be raped almost everyday, twice a day, by two different fully grown men.  It became unbearable.  I wanted to die everyday!

        The nice officer then drove me to the hospital, with my parents following close behind in their car.  When we got there, the doctor did a rape a kit on me, it was weird.  That is when they collect all of the DNA samples from my rapist, they gathered hair samples, scrapped under my finger nails, took hair samples from my head, they even did a pap smear, and put all of the evidence into these little brown manila envelopes.  

        I don't think my parents pressed charges against Pat because we never saw, or heard from him again.  My parents just swept it under the rug, and never mentioned it again.  They didn't ask if I was alright, I didn't get an apologetic hug, saying we are sorry that we didn't believe you.  There were no kisses, or no 'it will be okays.'  No counseling. NO NOTHING.

        Honesly I didn't care because I knew my parents were not emotional like that.  I was just happy to be rid of one of my demons, even though I was always scared he would come back.