Vents

Memories

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of pedophilia, rape, sexual harassment, and other topics unsuitable for many, readers discretion is advised.

Summer is the time for children to play with their friends and spend running amok. One Summer's day a young child, about 9, plays with their friends. One had found a key! So the pair looked for where the key fit. Door after door, lock after lock they searched. The child gets an idea; "Why don't we look at the mail boxes!" The friend disagrees but the child does it anyway. Huzzah! The key fit a few boxes!

From a couple yards away, a man in a white van yelled out at the child. "Hey! Can I eat you out?" The innocent child did not understand the man's crude language so thought he wanted to date. "I'm sorry, I'm only 9!" The child yells back to which they are told they look 16. The young one brushed it off as the memory blurs for a second. "I introduced myself to him and he to me." I think to myself. Only remembering his first name: Robert

"Open the gate." He spoke. The child tried to do so, naively trusting him. "It won't open! I'll try the walk in gate!" The key did not work on the gate, as fortune may have it. A tear rolls down my cheek, knowing his next words; "Meet me behind the dumpster." I scream out to the child to not do it but they can't hear me... They do as he asked and go behind the dumpsters, out of view of the cameras. The man reaches between the bars... "No don't do it! Not to a child!" I mutter, more tears filling my eyes and traveling down my cheeks.

He pulled the child's stretchy pants and underwear out with one hand, the other reaching out. He touches the child's privates. Of course that is when it hits the child that what this man was doing was wrong. Luckily, with the gates unopening, they are able to leave. I stop crying, my eyes going dull and sullen. Why was I so stupid?

It's now 2017, the child is now a teen. Their boyfriend thinks with his dick, as most teen boys do. Every time the now teen visits, he only wants one thing. He doesn't listen to his partner when they say they don't want to. If they aren't doing that, he ignores his partner and plays his games, threatening and hurting his partner if they try to get some attention.  "Goddammit I've had enough of this shit!" I growl to myself. An ex that I regret 'dating' haunts my dreams.

Not much can be said about May and June of 2019 but the threat of rape still hurts. The teen has broken enough mentally to hate their body. Think they are unworthy of proper treatment. I hate admitting I'm weak but I need someone or something to help me.

I can't look up at people. Especially not adult men. I'm afraid they'll hurt me. Even the teachers at school fill my body with fear. Although I know that they mean no harm and are only there for my protection, something always goes wrong when I trust an adult man. Even my own father makes me feel unsafe. Though that may be for a collection of reasons.

I lay on my bed, wishing for life to slow and the tears to cleanse. My life flashes in a blink. I know the child from before knew no better. I know the teen was desperate for love and someone to call their own. I wish I could leave it all behind me but the child is a part of me, of who I am. They beg me to tell them if the man was caught.

They only want Mommy to be a mommy. They just want daddy to stop yelling. To stop scaring them. To stop hitting them. They had to be a grown up too young. "What do you want me to do? Call the cops?" The words burned into my brain that a mom should have never asked a 9 year old who just told her a grown man touched them in the no-no zone.

Their mom did get better. Their dad just because more mean but stopped hitting them. They haven't and feel like they can't grow up. Their 18th is about 9 months away and yet they know they aren't ready.

They know there are more men ready to prey on them. They remember all the words others called them. Hell they called themself that a couple times because the thought it was their fault. Their fault for being raped. Their fault for being molested. Their fault for being threatened. It's all my fault.....