The first time I was sexually abused I was 9 years old, I was alone with my younger brother at home, and when he slept I ran away and went to my grandmother's house that lived very close, but when I arrived there was only my uncle , he was drunk, he locked me in the house, and made me suck his cock, then slapped me in the face and said that something that would kill my little brother, came back crying home, nobody noticed anything.
The second time was on my 10th anniversary that he was invited, during the party he said in my ear that he wanted to give me something, I tried to run away, but he saw me enter my mother's room, he came after me and locked the door, he handed me the gift, told me to open it, it was a doll and a condom, at the time I did not even know what it was, he told me to keep it in a place where no one found it, straighten me, told me to suck him, I got scared and did what he told me, my mom started calling me, before letting go he got the feeling and hit me, I went back to the party and my mother me took the cake cut.
The third time was at age 11, I was at my grandmother's house, she was cleaning the yard, and I was watching drawings, he went into the house, picked me up took me to a dark room, and began to beat me
Then he took off my clothes, said that I was hot and that I was not going to escape him, he threw me on the bed and did oral on me, when he tried to put the penis I managed to hit him with the knee, ran the bathroom and locked the door, he stood in the door cursing me and saying that his I would not go away he would kill my brother when he knew that my grandfather was coming back, he took my clothes at the bathroom door and said If I said something I already knew what was going to happen, he left and went to my house, when I arrived he was already there with my brother on his lap and talking to my mother.
A week later he moved to Belo Horizonte - MG
My name is Pamela, I'm 15 years old, I'm from the Mago in Rio de Janeiro. I was born on December 26, 2002, there are those who say that I am too young to have so many problems, so many fears, but only I know all my history, and since early I discovered that only those who understand their suffering are you, even if other people go through the same situation, that everything happens in exactly the same way, within each there will be a world of differences.
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