BROKEN

MONSTERS

*Edited*

      Thereafter, I got so attached to my uncle. Anytime he was at home with me, we would play all day and write together. I decided that I'd be sleeping in his room; of course, he didn't say no. Uncle John never said no to anything I requested from him and this made me love him more because my parents always said no to me.

One night, Mum came to my room to check up on me but I wasn't there. She was worried and told my dad that she couldn't find me. My parents didn't check my uncle's room because they didn't want to wake him up. When they couldn't bear it any longer, they finally checked his room and lo, I was right there sleeping on his bed.

Dad and Mum spanked me that night and warned me sternly never to sleep in my uncle's room. My parents didn't tell me why I shouldn't sleep in my uncle's room. They didn't even tell me that my uncle could sexually harass me. All they did was scream at me for making them so worried at that time of the night. Why did my parents spank me for staying with my uncle? After all, he's my uncle. He couldn't harm me, I thought. I never said a word to my parents.

After that night, my parents made it a point to check up on me every night. I would wait for them to come and then I'll sneak into my uncle's room to sleep by his side. I'd also sneak out very early in the morning before they wake me for devotion. I was very smart as a little child. Guess what! My uncle neither complained nor told me to go back to my room. Rather, when he saw me beside him, he'd give me a peck on my forehead. I enjoyed the attention. I enjoyed the love. I enjoyed everything.

My lucky night ended a few days before my uncle was to leave our house. (At this time, He had stayed with us for a month.) I sneaked into his room as usual and slept off. I woke up to him touching me sexually. He was fondling my underdeveloped boobs; it felt so good. Then he kissed me and put his hands between my thighs. I thought he was drunk. I knew what a kiss was. I tried to scream but I knew that if I screamed, my parents would hear, come to the room and beat the hell out of me, as they already told me never to go to his room again. So, I just cooperated.

When he saw the tears in my eyes, he finally let me go. He couldn't penetrate because I struggled with him. I ran out of the room when I noticed he released his grip on me. I decided never to go back to his room again. I didn't tell anyone what had happened that night. I became withdrawn and hated that I couldn't tell my parents all that happened.

Uncle John didn't stop there. He came to my room when he noticed that I wasn't coming to his room anymore. The door to my room was never locked because my parents warned me against it in case of an emergency. So, he would come to my room to touch me, especially after my parents had left the house. I was too scared and weak to resist him. So, I cried every time he touched me. Perhaps he never felt the need to penetrate. Maybe he felt okay with touching me sexually––I don't know.

After my uncle touches me, he'd go back to his room. Little did I know that monsters were being planted in me as a result of his touching me. I hated him for this. I hated to see him. And when he left our house, I was relieved. I thought nobody would ever touch me that way again...