You Just Think You Know Me

Let the Roller Coaster Begin

My mom left us with Mark, and told us she would be right back. We all played outside for a while, and then Mark said it was time to go in. He put my brother's in the bathtub; then came in the living room, and told me since I was so little, he was going to give me a bath in the kitchen sink. I didn't want him to give me a bath, I wanted my mom; but she wasn't back yet. He said, "Your mom would be happy if I had you three bathed before she got back." Although, I didn't understand why he was wanting to bathe me in the sink, I finally let him....

Mark filled the sink with water while I was trying to take my clothes off; but he insisted on taking the clothes off for me. I was four and scared to death, no man had ever bathed me, that I could remember. He picked me up, patted me on the butt, and put me in the sink. He started bathing my body, and when he got to my "private areas" he just kept circling around my boobs, dropped the wash rag, and then moved his fingers down my belly until he was able to place his fingers inside me. He kept moving his fingers all around inside of me, while he was moaning and smiling. I was crying the whole time, and I was so scared, I had never had anything like this happen to me before. Was this normal? Why was he doing this? Why does it hurt so bad? Did I do something wrong? He just kept saying, " Don't ever tell your mom, it'll hurt her feelings, and besides she won't believe you." When he was done, he picked me up and put my clothes on me, I couldn't do it myself; I was in pain, scared and crying.

My brothers got out of the bath, and Jack asked me what was wrong. I was scared to say anything, so Mark said, "Oh she fell and hurt herself, she'll be fine." Jack didn't know any different, and had no reason not to believe Mark. After that, Jack and Nick both went outside to play until my mom got there, I was made to stay inside with Mark. He again started telling me not to ever tell my mom what "we do together" because I don't want to hurt her. He took my hand and placed it under his hand and refused to let my hand go until I helped him "get off." I didn't know what that nasty looking cloudy white stuff was on my hand, again I was only four at the time. He made me wash my hands and then lay down with him on the couch until my mom got back.

When my mom pulled up, my brother's started yelling, "Mom's back!" Mark jumped up, and told me to go outside and act like I didn't want to play outside if she asked why I was inside. I ran outside and into my mom's arms. She looked at me and said, "Stop being so clingy! I wasn't even gone that long." I was hurt and devastated. I kept thinking, maybe Mark was right; she won't believe me, so I didn't say anything....

A few months went by, and my brothers asked why Mark hadn't been back around. Turns out he had found himself a jealous girlfriend, and she didn't like him having female friends. I was so happy, I didn't have to worry about him anymore, and no I still didn't tell my mom or anyone what he did to me.