PTSD

"I don't remember much, But he did it when i couldn't do anything, i was helpless, i was only 3 years Old.". Flashback hits me like a hard stone came flying against my face.

I see his dark hair I see his blue eyes look at me and show no regret and no apology ever came out of the awful mouth.

I blink myself back to the present and try to give him an answer.

"I do not remember much," I repeated.

"I remember, uhmm his touches" I took a deep breath before continuing "yeah his touches I remember as it was yesterday" it came out lower than I expected but he had heard it his face pressure said it all.

"His uhm .. touches." I started to gasp for Air when I felt the oxygen trying to escape from me. "His touches have .. never misplaced me, every time someone touches me..." "I only see his eyes looking at me and his big hand grabbing me."

I blinked countless times to hold back my tears. "He has ruined my love life, what he did is never something I can forget. No one can ever touch me that way without his face appearing as a picture in my memories. "

"Who? You still haven't told who." He said angrily very angrily.

"I can't say" came out as an whisper.

No matter how much I wanted I can't.