Too many memories...sick...twisted...i have to share what happened to me.
He was much older than us. I was only 7, and he was 40. It happened every day at school.
Everyone laughed, but I couldnt take it anymore... Thats why i left my house.
Grade 7, I ran away from home. I looked back at the man who sexually abused me, my own dad.
As of today, I still remember what he did to me and my brother. He touched me in places. Many places.
More than once this month, i remembered what he did, and I told on him to the cops. He found me.
Entering the room, he said "Read the first letter of every post..."