Warning on this post!!!

Please do not read this post if you become offended by horror stories from child abuse victims!!!!!! I am making this very clear so you can stop reading right about now.....

I was trying to avoid this chapter for as long as possible, god knows it not easy for me writing it as for you reading it, but if I go in chronological order, this is what comes next and it contributes a lot to my time in the Drop-In House, which will be the next chapter.

Please be prepared to read this....

I was raped as a child. For me everything in this era seems to happen when I'm six. I flew to see dad when I was six, my brother was born on my sixth birthday, I was raped at the age of six. The only one I know for certain is that my brother was indeed born on my sixth birthday, the rest happened just before or just after.

The person who raped me was called Uncle Jono. His son came with him as often as not, whether he was older or younger I cant remember, all I know is that we were friends, and Uncle Jono was friends with my second dad. So they were round a lot.

He came to me in the kids room one night. All the kids were asleep, me and my friend Alice had been awake talking while the younger kids slept. We flattened ourselves to our beds when the door opened, we would get in trouble for being up so late. It wasnt the first time this had happened, I dont remember the very first time, but I remember knowing enough to realize that it was trouble when Uncle Jono pressed himself ontop of me on the bed.

I was too young to know what he was doing, so he must have tried it before right? I instinctively pretended to be asleep. I must have been pretty darn stiff being as terrified as I was. He had put his hand over my mouth as he layed on top of me but I kept still. He nussled my neck, kissing and rubbing himself on me but I didnt respond.

He tired of trying and getting nothing from me, and moved to the next bed, the bed Alice was in. I knew she was awake and as Uncle Jono moved from my bed to hers, I heard her let out a whimper of fear.

I held myself ridged, my eyes clenched tight, trying to block the sounds from the next bed out. No matter how hard I tried, I could hear his grunting, the squeaking of the bed springs and my friends whimpers. After what seemed like an eternity, he lifted himself off the bed and left the room quietly.

In the darkness it seemed like it had never happened. I thought that if it truly had, someone would have heard, someone would have known, I would have stopped it...

It did happen though and I will never forget it...