SCARS

He stinks. But worse than its horrible smell is this annoying salty taste that won't leave my tongue for the next four days until am forced again to suck . I am eight. Am tired of this abuse or will I say punishment.

I remember the day I decided to revolt. After waiting for so long to break myself from my uncle shadow,i decided to take action.

"I'm not a whore uncle.

The slap that followed and the death pangs of hunger as a result of food starvation, were enough to melt the resistance I was building on the inside.

I want to tell mother, but I'm afraid. Too afraid. I'll be facing two times punishment from mother, for lying. And from dad,for daring to sabotage his excellent reputation. Father said he is the best uncle ever.

I wish I could tell him . I wish he could see through the tension in my hugs when we say good bye. Smell the fear on my skins every time we kiss him,see through his busy schedule and blind trust, see the trust that uncle was twisting my mind and stealing my childhood with sexual abuse. Except that this abuse is silent. So silent I sometimes do not hear it. I think I'm dreaming. Am always helpless maybe because that was my eight years ol self...

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