First time - May TRIGGER!!
TRIGGERS!! TRIGGERS!!!It's like walking on a rope. The first few times he called it "time out". Like we were taking a break from the real world, just a pit stop. It wasn't a bad word and he didn't sound angry. I don't remember feeling scared. He had big hands and strong arms and sometimes when he patted me on the head or carried me they felt good and when he held my hand it disappeared in his. He closed the door, like he was gonna tell me a secret and he threw me on their bed. It made me giggle 'cause I was bouncing and it felt like a game. It didn't hurt. I can hear the others in the living room. I can hear them and they can hear me too and I'm not scared. He only used his hand, it was only a smack on the butt. If I keep laughing it won't hurt and maybe he'll stop. That's when dad grew bigger and I started shrinking. That's when he pulled my underpants down and started touching me and his hands felt cold and angry. After the first few times he stopped using the word, he only had to look at me and I would know. It's like balancing 'cause if you try real hard to be quiet and good then maybe it won't happen and you'll make it to the other side. If you fall down it's just bad luck.