BROKEN

MUCH MORE MONSTERS

    *Edited*

      My uncle didn't know what he had started––the monsters he had planted grew day after day. My parents didn't know anything about what my uncle did because I was too scared to tell them. Who would believe me anyway? They just didn't understand why I became so withdrawn and they never bothered to ask. Perhaps it meant nothing to them.

Fast forward to three years after, a new boy resumed in our school. His name was Dan. Gosh! This new boy was so cute! By this time, I was a child with a lot of fantasies. I wanted to try out new things. My monsters wanted to explore. I was ten years old and probably too young for this but I had been exposed too early in life. I got to acquaint myself with Dan very quickly. In fact, I changed my seat because of him. We became friends.

As an avid reader, I read my father's books. Before I turned ten, I had read The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene. I knew about sex before I turned ten. My knowledge of seduction and sex was vast, and I was willing to try out new things. I tried the principles in The Art of Seduction with Dan and to my surprise, he already knew so much.

Dear readers, I'd love to say something here: This book is not written just for your pleasure; rather, it is written to open your eyes to happenings around you. I must confess that I'm emotionally disturbed by the level of negligence from parents and guardians. Please don't read this book just for pleasure; learn from it.

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Dan knew so much that instead of me seducing him, he seduced me. In class, Dan sits behind me. One day, while in mathematics class, I felt his hand under my uniform. It felt so good that I couldn't resist. "Meet me in the toilet," Dan whispered. I felt ecstasy. I was so excited that I didn't care about the mathematics class.

Dan took permission from the teacher to go to the bathroom and I followed suit about five minutes after so that we won't be suspected. I met Dan in the bathroom and we started kissing. I felt a rush of irritation within me. "Dan, we shouldn't be doing this," I said. "Why, don't you like it?" Dan replied. He smiled and pulled me closer. I felt more irritated and pushed him away, running out of the bathroom while arranging my dress so no one would suspect what just happened.

I got home that day and cried my heart out. My life was becoming miserable and messy. I wasn't enjoying my childhood. I was becoming mature too early. I needed help but where do I get it? I wanted more. I needed more, yet I felt empty.

I avoided Dan like a plague till I graduated from primary school. I hated him. He irritated me. I hated myself too. I hated my parents. I hated my friends. I hated everyone. I just wanted to be alone till I got help!

Few weeks after that incidence with Dan, my dad got a new driver to take me and my friends to school in the morning and bring us back. My neighbour, Fred, also went to school with us. Fred was twelve years old. Fred once told me he usually watched his parents have sex every day. One day, when we got back from school, Fred came to my house to play. There was nobody at home. Fred and I were in my room together when he moved towards me to kiss me. My demons were glad again and I kissed back. I was on the bed with Fred when his aunt, who had come to take him home, walked in and caught us red-handed. She beat the living day light out of us and then told our parents.

Mum screamed when she heard and started praying for me. She told me I needed deliverance. Without being remorseful, I thought to myself that I didn't need deliverance; rather, I needed help. Maybe my mum didn't feel the need to discuss it with me. She never talked about it. So, instead of stopping, I decided to be more careful and not get caught.