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His name is Robert , I was only 8 years old  sitting all alone on the couch. I remember his white T-shirt, all by myself in a crowed house. He hid in the kitchen  to hide from the suspicion. He took my innocence, he was very quick. It only took a minute, this monster was sick. Like a broken record it repeats in my mind. 15 years pass and I’m still not fine.

They say your body is your temple but I was vandalized.  This Innocent little girl on the couch was now traumatized.

He wasn’t the first to hurt me, and wasn’t the last, this little girl grew up and suffers from her past.  I don’t remember his face but I remember what he did.  I just wish it could be erased, I was only a little kid.  These scares hide in my mind , they creep up on me  all the time. He hurt me more then words can explain. A perfect stranger is to blame.  What he did cannot be forgiven,  he’s a sick monster that belongs in prison.

Its going to be a life long battle but I am strong enough to conquer my fears. I’ve been fighting it for 15 years.

At 8 years old sitting all alone on a couch I was hurt by a monster named Robert.





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beautifulmonster 6/11/2017 - 4:38 pm


beautifulmonster 6/11/2017 - 4:44 pm

Yeh… that wAs a love heart emoji and a broken heart one….

vsstone41 6/21/2017 - 9:49 am

Thank you for speaking out.

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