Toxic love

Mariah's Uncle

The following chapter contains alot of sexual content, self harm and vulgar language. May not be suitable for younger readers. Any likeness is completely coincidental. Any person's dealing with rape or know of someone that is being raped should contact the police.

Mariah's POV

Narrator: I guess it all started when I was 11 which was not too long ago. I would always be home alone with no one to look over me until my Uncle Denzel moved in. He didn't have nowhere to stay and my mother refused to let her little brother sleep out on the streets. And so he moved in with me and my mother.

At first it seemed so cool because Uncle Denzel would visit us and always treated me like I was his little girl. He would even call me princess and give me money some time. So it was really hard for me to gather myself after our first incident.

I guess it's time when I fully explain how it got to happen.

I was home alone one day when it first happened..

I was watching television when I heard a knock on the front door. I was barely wearing anything because well I'm home and I didn't expect anyone to be coming here. When Uncle Denzel told me it was him behind the door I opened it up for him. He told me thanks and he had left his key inside of his room. I didn't really pay him no mind so I just went back to my room.

After like 10 minutes I heard a knock on my door. Knowing only uncle and I were in the house I opened the room door for him. He first asked me when momma was coming back but I wasn't sure myself. I just knew that she went to the laundromat and then grocery shopping after so I was expecting her to be a while. Once I told him I wasn't sure he told me to finish watch television and do not lock the room door because he was coming back to keep my company and he know I wouldn't be into opening and closing the door behind him. And so I went back onto my bed to continue watching television.

After like 10 minutes he came back into the room and he sat on the end of the bed to where my feet were. He then laid on his back and asked if I could help him with something. I asked what and then she pointed down to his pants.

He told me that his "joystick" needed to be played with other wise it would keep rising. He then asked me if I could play with it for him. I didn't know any better at the time and so I reached inside of his pants and started playing with his... Stuff.

I looked at his face when I could hear him start to breath hard and he told me that it felt good. I felt proud, proud to know I was helping out. Though I didn't know any better it felt amazing making him to feel good. He then left the room once again and told me he was coming back.

When he came back, he had this wrapper in his hand and he told me it was a candy. He told me that he wanted me to put it on his joystick with my mouth. At first I was nervous but not because I would be giving him head because like I said, at that time I didn't know much, but I was nervous because I was scared I might have done the wrong thing.

I explained to him that I didn't know what to do and so he took it out of the wrapper and put it on his dick tip. He then said if I could get it to go all the way down he would have a surprise for me. I then put my head low and did it. But as did what he wanted he kept my head there. Even after I was done he kept telling me to not stop. I didn't know what to do.

Once he finally let go of my head he told me to take off my clothes. My heart started to beat fast. I don't understand. Why would be want me to take off my clothes? And so I did what he said. And that's when he got aggressive.

He pinned me down on the bed and started to have his way with me. Rubbing his filthy hands on my private spot just before fully taking control. He then shoved himself inside of me. You know what I mean do you?

For 30 minutes I cried and cried and  cried, telling him to stop because it hurt but he didn't. He just did what he wanted. What is worse is that when I thought he was done he flipped me on to my stomach and pulled my ass into the air. He started pounding.

My tears rolled down my face as the grip I had on the sheets began to loosened. I finally understood. That it was more than a game. It was rape..

When my mother came home I tried to talk to her about it but she wouldn't listen. She told me that I was lying on Uncle Denzel. But mother why would I lie on your brother? Why would I make up such accusations. I did not even know what rape was. I just told you that he put his joystick in me and you slapped me. You called me a bitch. A compulsive liar. For the rest of the day I wasn't even allowed to eat.

I thought I was being punished for absolutely nothing. I couldn't handle the name calling. At that moment I wanted to die.

I could remember sneaking my way into the kitchen and grabbing the sharpest knife. I took it and slashed my arm. The blood began pouring out and in no time I was on the floor in pain with blood all over.

I spent couple weeks in the hospital and you never came to see me. It was like you washed your hands off of me. From then you didn't want nothing to do with me. I wanted to see you in the hospital but instead he came. He rubbed his filthy hand through my hair and kissed me on the cheek as if me cutting myself wasn't because of him.

When I was finally able to leave the hospital, he came for me. Though I didn't want to see him, it was him to take care of me. But the raping didn't end. That same night he had sex with me again. And I just let it happened.

I cried and I'm sure you could hear me call out to you but you never came. Do you even love me? Did you not believe me when I said he raped me? Because I do believe you believe me. But why have you never acted on it. You never protected me from him.

It's so fucking stupid of me to think you cared for me every after calling me a bitch. To you I was probably a slut. Our bond and everything ended the day he touched me. You were supposed to be my hero.

Yesterday when I came home after sleeping out, he raped me in the room. I know you saw him touch me but instead of helping me, you left us as if you wanted us to be alone. You didn't call the police. You let him hit me for sleeping out.

I can't do this anymore.

Wy'Aut my mother and uncle are fucked up. I need help. Please can I stay here with you?

End of chapter

What do you think about this chapter? I made it so it captures the issue on how everything began and to let everyone that reads it knows that it's still going on. How will Wy'Aut react to Mariah's story?

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