Child Abuse Story From Cassandra1

by Cassandra
(England, United Kingdom)

Worry: 
I was ten years old. My parents had just split up. And my mum was trying to make up for lost time if you get my meaning. So I had to stay over at her mates house. I didn't mind because they was mates, I had knew them for three years. I trust them.

One night I stayed over and it was just me and the 13-year-old boy and the sister. We was watching a film. The boy put something over us. Then it got weird. He started to feel me up. I didn't say something, hoped that he would stop. He did when my mum came to make us a drink. I thought it was over, but my mum told me I was going to stay again. I was scared. I went in the house. Then the boy took me to the park with his sister. Then it got weird again. He told me we was going to do real dares. Then he started to feel me up again. When his sister was in a shop then he told me he has always loved me.

We got in the park. We started the games. It was fun, childish dares at first. Then he told me to kiss him. I said no. He made me do it, and he pulled my pants down in front of his sister. She just laughed. Then the boy turned to his sister and pushed her against the wall, started to kiss her. I was shocked to see she did nothing to stop it. I rushed back to the house.

I did not tell my mum. I had to stay over that night. It was horrible. You see, they came back. The sister told me the boy had asked me out. Then she ran out the room before I could ask her. Minutes later, the boy came back in the room, started to tell me we was going out. I was so confused. He told me because I was his 'girlfriend' I had to make him happy. So he put his hand down my pants, then he put his hand up my top, then pushed me on the bed. I tried to run but he didn't let me. But before he could rape me, I pushed him off me. Then he told me to let him put his hand in me. I said no. He told me if I don't he will tell every one at school I was a slut and he said he will move next to me and I had to let him do want he wanted to do to me or else.

The next day I was so scaced. I not tell no one for 8 months because he goes to my school, so I had to see him every day. I did tell someone but they did nothing to him, let him carry on talking to me. It got so bad I started to take overdoses trying to kill myself. Now I am 13 years old and my parents never look at me the same way. And the boy still goes to my school.

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