Child Abuse Story From Jessica
by Jessica
(Redlands, California, USA)
I am embarrassed to tell my story. I feel so dumb by what happened over the years. My chief abuser was my best friend's dad. He started on me at a very young age, I must have been 7 years old when he had me sit on his lap while my friend was taking a bath. That when he slipped his hand down my pants. This became a routine for a few months when I was over at their house. He could bring me to orgasm and I was only 7 years old. Afterwards, he had the nerve to ask me if everything was alright, like it was my fault or something. I of course had no idea what was happening, but I did know it was wrong.
One time my friend and I had to shower with him. I know he abused her too, but we never talked about what happened.
I ended up staying over night at their house almost once a week. He was divorced and so my friend never saw her mother. She left when my friend was quite young, and never wanted custody. I think my parents felt sorry for her, so that's why I was always over at their house.
The touching under the clothes stopped quickly. He molested me under my clothes, but he would grab me sometimes and hold me. I do think he touched me while I slept, and I am certain he did that to me when I was a little older, like 11 or 12. I would wake up with sticky stuff all over my face. I wondered what had happened then, but later on figured out he had ejaculated over me while I slept. I get so grossed out just thinking about that now.
The older I got though, the less he would try stuff on me. He didn't dare touch me or even hug me when I was older than 12. He wanted me, I could tell. He would try to walk in on me and my friend while we were changing. He told his daughter not to be shy about her body in front of him. She was a little more willing to show her body to him, but I didn't let it happen.
This all changed one Friday night when I was 15. We went to the boys basketball game at our high school. Afterwards we were at my friend's house and her dad allowed us to drink alcohol. He mixed the drinks for us. We thought it was so cool that he did this for us. We had drank before, since we started high school. It was the cool thing to do, and if her dad let us, then it was really awesome. We drank a lot that night, I couldn't even remember what was going on. All I remember is stumbling down the stairs. I remember laying at the bottom of the stairs, and my friend's dad picked me up and carried me to his bed. I remember him taking my clothes off and I was saying NO. That's it, until morning. I know he raped me all night. He had set me up to drink and get wasted so he could have sex with me.
I woke up naked in his bed the next morning. I was alone, I got dressed and went to check on my friend and found her laying on top of her dad sleeping, both were naked. I freaked out, ran out the front door and walked home. That sicko of a man had raped me and his own daughter. I never went back to their house again. I remained friends with her, but only away from her house. I am so pissed right now writing this, it makes me so sick.
Darlene's comments to this "Child Abuse Story From Jessica" are at the link below.
Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited, and could result in being banned from making further comments on this site.
