My uncle

…. woah I haven’t talked about this since it happened. Uhm … okay when I was 10 I went to New York and stayed at my uncle’s house. I would always be with his wife because my uncle worked everyday. Uh one day my auntie (his wife) had to go to work. So he stayed with me…. Everything was okay, he was in his room I was in mine. Then he came in my room to give me lunch… He stayed and watched me, I was so stupid. I should of realized the way he was looking at me. The way he would smile at me for no reason… That day …. my uncle raped me. I was so scared, shocked, disgusted, violated… I didn’t know what to do. I told his wife when she came home. And she laughed and said “it took him long enough, he’s been wanting to since you got here”. The last two days I was there, I didn’t sleep and I didn’t eat. I stayed in  my room and never came out. When I got home I was crying, I told my dad what happen. He was furious, but not at my uncle. He was mad at me for “falsely accusing” his brother of doing something so horrible. My dad beat me until I was unconscious. When I woke up, I wanted to tell my mom but he beat me to it. She didn’t believe me either. I’ve never told anyone of this because I really do believe it was my fault. I honestly hate my uncle. I know I shouldn’t hate anyone but I do. I hate him, I hate his wife. I hate my parents. And I hate myself. I should of tried harder to stop him. I should of screamed louder. He robbed me of something that I will never be able to get back.  I was only 10 …. and the sad thing is, that’s not even close to being the worse thing that’s ever happened to me.