Aftershock
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Last published Mon, Sep 24, 2012
Hello my name is Myra and i am 17 and when i was 13 i was raped. Join me on my journey of twist and turns. and this is my story. (this is not a true story)
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Hi my name is Trey And im 16 . It's been 5 years since My her father walked out on me,my mom and brother . My father raped me with my mothers acceptance. When I was 9 my mother let my father come and rape me when I was supposed to be sleeping for school the next day. I hated my mom every since ! I came home from school they next day to an argument between them both and he just beat her and left . Like a hit and run . Haven't seen him since . I find it very had to even trust anyone . I trusted and loved my mom and well .. You see what she did . My brother who is 12 doesn't know about what our father did to me or why he left. My mom told him that he died in a car accident .. Wtf ?! But that's more of an reason why is hard for me to trust let alone love anyone . My mom has a new boyfriend now , his name is Mike . He seems like a jack ass type but whatever she likes him. He's rich so I'm guessing that the only reason why.. We are moving in with him and his two kids . Ray and Randy . Ray is 17 and Randy(girl) is 16 too . I'm not looking forward to this at all .
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