Child Abuse Story From KC
by KC
(USA)
I was about 9 or 10. My sister and I were sleeping in the double bed that we shared. A friend of the family, Tom, was staying over. In the middle of the night he snuck into our room on all fours. He came over to my side of the bed and started rubbing my back and my belly. He tried to go higher and lower, but I pretended to be asleep and kept turning back and forth so he couldn't reach anything. He was breathing hard, and I wasn't sure really what was going on. I don't think he was satisfied, but I was moving so much he gave up. I swore to myself that if he went over to my sister's side of the bed I would punch him in the nose, but he didn't. I've never told anyone.
I know it's not my fault, but I've always been MAD at myself for not doing anything, because knowing and feeling are two different things. I would defend my sister, but I wasn't brave enough to defend myself.
The thought of him still, over ten years later, scares and angers me.
I think I turned out pretty well, but reading these stories I can't help but remember, and wonder how this may have affected me.
There was another incident, not with him, that was weird, but I don't want to go into it.
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