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I was only fifteen
when a car crash
took my family
from me.
Things changed
I had to live with
my older sister
and her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend would wink at me
when our eyes would meet.
I didn't overthink it until
my sister committed suicide
leaving me all alone.
I was the last member
alive of this family.
Her boyfriend
became my gaurdian.
Once that happened,
he started flirting with me,
complimenting me
and everytime
I shot him down
he would hurt me.
He'd turn aggressive
and hit me everytime
I refused to kiss him.
When I turned eighteen
he forced me to sleep with him.
I isolated myself for so long,
I turned empty and numb.
I had the chance to leave
but I didn't because
I felt like I deserved it.
I felt like I was overreacting
like it was normal,
like it was okay.
It was not.
A friend noticed the abuse
and called the police.
Today, I'm alive,
living with the guy
who saved me
and my abuser?
He is in prison.
-anonymous #12.
