I'm not your brother
Your uncle sexualy abused me now that I have no choice and have to live with you and your family because of my dads divorce.I was 10 years old we will call this other kid Ron who was 15.Things were ok at first then things started to change.Ron would tell me that I forgot to do something so he would punish me.I will tell your parents he laughed and said like they would believe you.He would rape me make me jump off the barn roof I said I wont do it.He said if you want your cloths back you will jump.If you dont jump I will take your cloths to my parents and say you flipped out.So I jumped and landed in the dirt no broken bones.Then there were the times he would try and get me to fist fight but I would not and he just kept hitting me sometimes I couldnt breath. There were the tortures he would rape me throw me down on top of a ant bed of red ants and kick at the ant bed so they would come up and bite me all over my exposed body parts and as I cried out in pain he would laugh. He even shot his gun at me and told me to duck or he would hit me.Then one day things got realy bad he beat me so bad my chest was hurting my face was scarped from the gravel my tooth was chipped and it hurt to breath the air through my mouth. I had a black eye I had dirt under my nails from trying to crawl away.I had to always make up excuses to cover up his abuse.I would cry myself to sleep at night I hated myself I wanted to die in my sleep I prayed for that to happen I did not want to face another day. I must have deserved this all of this.Dad would be out drinking didnt have a clue what was going on.I blame you for not being there.I turned to a comeplete stranger a teacher to go and live with.I tried to tell and all I got was your making all this up to get attention and you and Ron laughed about it.I still to this day still hurt from all of that.We finally move away and the first night as I am taking a bath you come in and ask what is all those black and blue marks on the back of your legs? From Rons wrist rocket he would shoot clay balls at me as I said with the tears running down my face dam you now you act like you care you were never there when I needed you. There was so much I wanted to say but could not for I remember the verble abuse towards me and the other family members.Yes I was afriad of you hell I was afriad of everyone thats why I was such a easy target.My child hood sucked it was taken from me not only by the perps but by my own father. My life for many years was so messed up and this is very painfull for me to write but it is the truth.Then early adult achol and drugs to numb out my past and present at the time. But I know onething is that dam it this was not my fault.Bill
