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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐍𝐂
𝙺𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙼 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚂 | 𝙺𝙰𝚂
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10 years ago ... July 3rd, 2012

"Thank you so much," my mama spoke to my aunt Janice.

She thought I was sleeping, but I wasn't...

I didn't dislike my aunt Janice ... just sometimes she would say stuff that would make me uncomfortable.

Stuff like, "If you was older; I would've definitely made you my man."

"How is a 10 year old so fine?"

"Mhmm, your mama and daddy definitely did their thing with your handsome ass... mhmm."

Once I heard the front door close; I knew my mom was gone so I ran back to my room and went under my covers.

Hopefully Aunt Janice wouldn't bother me tonight.

I pulled my cover over my head and eventually I fell into a deep sleep.

My sleep was interrupted when I felt somebody touching me.

I jumped out of my sleep and my aunt was tugging at my pants.

I frowned up my face because I didn't know what exactly she was doing.

"Auntie, what you doing?" I frowned up my face as I tried getting her off of me.

"Calm down baby, I just wanna make you feel better," she said to me and I was just confused.

"Can you stop please?" I pleaded with her but she was a lot stronger than me.

She pulled my pants down and my underwear; leaving me bare.

"Please stop," I started to cry because she wasn't listening.

Next thing I know, my aunt started hovering over me and she pulled up her dress.

"No, what are you doing?" I cried as I tried pushing her off me but she pressed my arms down and started going up and down on my private area.

I knew right then that what she was doing wasn't right, and it shouldn't be happening.

My mom always told to never let anybody touch me there without consent.

And I told her no, but she just kept doing it.

That night lasted for hours, as she continued pleasuring herself.

Once she was finished, I remembered bending over my bed and puking everything I ate that night.

I rushed to the shower and washed everything off; I cried extremely hard.

I stayed in the bathroom until my mom came home that night.

I was huddled up in the corner, just crying nonstop.

That was the first night I was molested.

And that would continue for the next three years of my life.

It wasn't until I was 13 when I defended myself and she would never touch me again.

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