1 The First Time

I remember everything that has happen, down to the very moment he destroyed me.

I remember waking up getting ready for school.

I remember looking at the man that I see as the devils son, and he called me beautiful that day. The man I call dad.

I remember how he told me i can stay home from school if I played sick in front of my younger sibilings.

I remember when the moment the kids got on the bus.

I remember watching my mother get into her car for work, how she kissed my forehead and waved goodbye.

I remember laying on the couch under my high school musical blanket, and how he laid beside me.

I remember how he pulled me closer to him and how he said everything will be okay.

I remember how he told me to keep his sercet.

I remember what he told me the consequences are if I ever told a soul.

I remember how he ran his hands on my legs and how he started on top of my pants, till he ended up sliding them off.

I remember being scared as he got up to make sure the curtains were all the way shut, how he turned the T.V up.

I remember how he laid on top of me using his forearms to keep his weight from crusing me.

I remember how he started to kiss my neck, press against my body with his.

I remember the fear, the confusion, the physical pain caused by a man that I called dad.

I remember how he sat up as he tore the buttons off my shirt ,and how he told me he will buy me a new one if i act like daddy's good little girl.

I remember how he gripped my sides as he looked at me and told to close my eyes and it will hurt less.

I remember quietly crying as he started to penetrate me sliding in and out.

I remember how he finshied all over the back of the couch.

I remember how he cleaned up the mess and how he told me to shower.

I remember sitting in the tub crying not knowing what to do, being confused because i wasn't understanding what had happen.

I remember how he whispered in my ear that I am dead if i ever told anybody.

I remember the first day as if it was yesterday.