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Could of been worse


She can't remember when it started but she can remember all the little touches All those touches that gave her the chills The little touches that she thought were accidents at first But she was so wrong It kept getting worse and worse as time goes by But she should be glad that it never got worse While she only got touched some got worse but she tries not to think about that at all cause all she wants is to forget Forget how when she was alone with him, he'd try anything just to get close To get close and to touch her skin Find anything he could just to feel her all over The poor girl not even of age has to be scared just to go home He may not have been her father or brother but it felt so disgusting to have been touched by a family member Could she have told Would she have told What would of happened if she had told She was terrified to even say a word, so she just sat there and took it hoping it would not get worse For he was the one who would take care of her grandmother when she and her brother were at school and her mother and aunt at work Neither her or her brother had a father at home so she couldn't see the comfort of a father and she was scared to tell her mother cause then who would her her grandmother That's all she could think of cause there was no one else to help Her self-esteem was already low but it just kept getting lower the more he touched and the further he touched till the day he started to touch her where he wished he never did and insterted a finger claiming it would make her feel good but she just felt disgusted with herself And to think the days he started to touch her there he had his girlfriend over to stay and help On one day she and them were home alone and to think she had to walk past their room to here them having intercourse but she was just glad that it was not her But the thought had to cross her mind that "why if you are doing that to her why are you doing this to me" You couldn't believe how happy She felt when she heard that he would go over seas one day to live and she hopes he never returns To this day she wonders what would of happened if she told Told on the person she once thought as a friend and family Just for someone else to try and do the same, but that is for another day
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