Child Abuse Story From Kelly

by Kelly
(London, United Kingdom)

I lie awake in my bed, with my eyes closed and my bed covers over me, hoping, hoping that he doesn't come into my room again. But he does.

I was 5 years old when my uncle started to abuse me. Both my parents had died in a car accident when I was 4 years old and I was sent to live with my uncle, my father's brother. I thought my uncle was the best person in the world at that age, and he was always good to me.

A few days after my 5th birthday, he came into my room and said he was sorry for not getting a birthday present for me. I told him it was ok. He then said that he could give it to me now. I asked him what it was. He told me he wanted to show me a special secret game. I was excited when he said he wanted to play a game with me and I asked how to play. He then told me to close my eyes and he'd show me. I did as I was told. Moments later I would feel his tongue in my mouth and his hand was sliding above my nightdress and into my knickers. I told him to stop because where he was touching me had hurt. But he told me this is what people who love each other do, and that my daddy did it to my mummy. Thinking it was normal, I lay on the bed as I allowed him to continue doing what he was doing to me. But as time went on I knew that what my uncle was doing was wrong. But I didn't know how to stop it.

My uncle continued to come into my room every night to play these special secret games for 5 years.

On my 10th birthday, I came home from school. My uncle had a friend over. He came over to me and kissed me on my mouth, like he had when I was 5 years old. He told me he'd brought someone over to play our secret game and said I had to behave and be a good little girl. My uncle pushed me against the wall. My uncle's friend came towards me and began to touch me. The man made me suck his penis. He told me that it would taste like a lollipop. I looked pleadingly at my uncle, as if I was begging him to get them all to stop. My uncle just laughed and continued to do what he did to me.

These games between my uncle and his friend and I went on until I was 12, until I had the courage to finally tell a teacher. I was examined by the doctors and they found signs of sexual abuse. My uncle was arrested, and I was placed in foster care. They never found my uncle's friend. I never knew his name and my uncle never admitted anything about him to the police.

I am 18 years old now and I live with my boyfriend. It took me 6 whole years to deal with what had happened to me. 6 whole years to learn to trust another man. I still see a counsellor regularly.

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