LET'S TALK
MY STORY PART 3
Continued from last week...........
After that day, I just carried on like nothing ever happened. I never told anyone. I pretended as if it never happened and it wouldn't happen again. I tried to avoid going next door at all cost. I played with other friends as long as I wasn't grounded. That is until I was left alone at home. Mr. Smith came by asking for some sugar. I went to fill his bowl up with sugar when he sat down on the couch. When I was finished, he grabbed me, pulled me closer to him, and sat me on his lap. I kept telling him no and he needed to leave, but he kept saying, "I will in a minute. No one will ever know I was here." He strated kissing me and touching me everywhere. When he finally left, all I could do was clean up and wash up. At this point, I no longer felt comfortable around his family. I wanted to say something to someone, but was too afraid to speak up. It always felt weird hanging around Ashley. Things were even more uncomfortable when I went to her girl scout meeting with her and her mother, Mrs. Smith. I don't remember why I was there, but I remember wishing I wasn't. I stopped hanging out with Ashley to avoid seeing Mr. Smith, but somehow, that still didn't work. I often wondered if she was hurt by me not wanting to hang out with her. What could I have said to her? That's what I was afraid of. I doesn't matter if I tried to tell her why I wasn't playing with her or if I told anyone else what was happening, the end result would have been me not playing with her anymore anyway. I was afraid of. I was afraid of breaking her heart. Afraid of breaking up their family. I was also afraid of my family not believing me. I've told some lies and stole stupid stuff. I mean, I was a kid, who hasn't done that?
As I have said before, I was grounded a lot for many reasons. I got myself suspended from school and was in big trouble. Besides being grounded, my punishment was cleaning the whole house. Each day I had certain things I had to do. Mr. Smith found out and said that my dad could send me over to his house too and do some cleaning. I tried to tell my dad no and I wanted to say why, but I couldn't. Instead, I did what I was told. When I went over to Mr. and Mrs. Smith's house, I saw Ashley sitting at the table doing her homework. After a little while, Mr. Smith asked me to clean his room. This time, it was different. This time it was worse. I finished his bathroom and he closed the door to his bedroom. He pulled down my pants and underwear and laid me down on his bed. He put his mouth down there first. Then, for the first time, he tried to put his penis inside me. It hurt so bad, but he couldn't go all the way. So, he went back to just touching and fingering. My older Step sister, Kylie, was told to come get me. All I could think was, "Thank God this is over and I can go home." Again, I said nothing.
Continue to read and find out how I finally spoke up and told someone.
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