Sir no sir.                                                                                  

Please leave me alone sir.

Let me sleep sir..

This isn't rite please don't touch me....

I'm only 11; you're 50..


My mind is racing, but my body is asleep..

My soul is alive, but my body is my soul just left my body and just stood there..

in front of me, screaming at him... but my tiny body laid there helplessly...


Finally i moved, I spoke.

"What are you doing, get off me"

"I'm trying to warm you up" he said.

"No its hot get of me"

"Go back to sleep" he said.

"No leave me alone i wanna get out"

"Shut up, you're cold"

"Please let me go"


He wrapped his legs over me... touched me grabbed me..

i felt his cold, rough hands going down my pants.. then moved its way back up my shirt....

I froze; for i still didn't understand what was happening to me.

My mind went blank.

For the first time in my life i felt lost, confused, and scared but most of all i felt betrayed..

I would cry in my sleep and anger grew in my heart..

It wasn't  until years later i began to understand what happened to me that night..

then to realize that I've been getting molested by my uncle for about a year

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my heart breaks for you. i've been there. let me know if you need anything.

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