“HE” was my babysitter’s boyfriend, and I was the child who happened to catch his attention… It was late, Sara had just tucked my sister and I into bed when she sat down and began to talk to me.
“I’m tired.” I tried to turn over, but she grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me toward her. She had long red acryllic nails, and often used them to claw my sister’s and my arms.
“Listen! You little cunt!” I stared at her not saying a word. “I take care of you day and night and it’s time you paid us back.” She let go, and smiled. “Now, he’s going to come in here and talk to you, so behave or we’ll kill both your mommy and sissy, okay?”
She didn’t need to warn me, she had established a fear since our first encounter. I saw “HIM” come in, his shirt off and dressed only in his underwear. She kissed him on the cheek and then walked out, smiling at me. “HE” walked causally over to my bed and pulled me to his chest, beginning to suck on my neck and put his hand down my pants. I tried to squirm away, and began to cry.
“Shut up!” “HE” whispered. “HE” put his mouth against mine, forcing his tongue down my throat, and pulling down my pants with his one hand, and unzipping his pants with the other. “HE” began playing with himself. “Do you know what this is?” I shook my head no. “Do you want it?” “HE” gave me a look, staring at me–daring me to say no. I said yes. He turned me on my back and thrust himself inside of me. I could feel something warm running down my legs and soaking the carpet. It was blood. I could feel “HIM” tearing the walls of my vagina, and with every thrust I cried out in pain. “Say you want it!” He moaned “Come on tell me!!” I said yes, and he finally pulled himself out of me. “I’ll be back tomorrow and we can play again, okay? Think of it as a Happy Birthday present.” Tomorrow was my fifth birthday.
As promised “HE” returned the next day at night. This time pulling me on top of “HIM” and moving my hips around. Two times a week “HE” raped me, until I ws twelve years old. After the first few weeks, I began to watch it happen, as if it was a movie before my eyes. I couldn’t feel the pain until the next day, It wasn’t happening to ME! Or so I thought. I would “watch” myself get raped and feel scared for the girl I saw. I wanted God to help her (help me).
“HIM” and Sara told my Mom what “HE” did. She laughed, slapping him on the back. They ALL laughed… The next time, my Mom watched, and told him when he was finished to try me from behind. “HE” looked at her and smiled. “The little bitch deserves it” she taunted “She fucked with me, now she can get fucked too!!!” She began laughing as he raped sadomized me.
“Mommy,” I whimpered “Please Mommy make him stop…”
“Mommy?!” She yelled “Who in the hell gave you a right to call me that?! Do I look like your ‘mommy’?”
“No ma’am.” They all laughed, as he pushed my head down into the carpet and manuvered off of me.
Eventually I forgot “HIS” face. All I can remember is bellow the waist-line I blocked everything about “HIM” out. To this day, I cannot even remember his name.
