Remember Like Yesterday
by Jamie P
When I was eight or nine years old, that’s when it all started. My mother started dating this guy, I’ll call JR (when I was around the age of five). I never knew my real dad. JR seemed to be a good guy at first. My twin sister told me to never trust him and I never knew why until that day it all started.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. I took a ride with him to the gas station and I looked up at him and asked if I can call him Dad. That night I went to bed. (I lived in a trailer and there was one big bed in the bedroom and us three kids, my brother, my sister and myself would sleep in the same bed, and my mom and JR would sleep in the living room or vise versa).
I was sleeping at the edge of the bed and I remember him putting his hands down my pants and taking one figure and moving up and down. I didn’t know what to do so I acted like I was sleep hoping it would stop. After what felt like a lifetime I started to kick my legs. He then took my hand and had me rub him. When he was done, he French kissed me and whispered in my ear thank you.
The next day I woke up and told my mom. She didn’t believe me and I just thought to myself, if she didn’t believe me then who would, so I never told anyone.
I was molested for 8 years. And Of course I would try everything in my power to keep him away from me and my sisters. (Random twist, my mom had a baby with him.) I did everything in my power so he couldn't hurt my sisters.
When I turn 18, I finally told my twin sister and she had the same thing happen to her as well, at the same time it was happening to me. We found out that we never said anything to each other, because we didn't want the other person being worried.