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car. He grabbed a funny shaped tool, that I now know as a small wrench. He pulled my pants down and stuck it inside me. It didn't hurt, it was just uncomfortable. He did this with several tools over several weeks. I never said a word to anyone because I didn't know it was wrong. He told me it was how people checked their tools. I thought I was helping him. Then he got put in jail for drinking and driving, my mother moved us into another home and I didn't see him for a very long time. It didn't end there either.

My mother married a very intimidating man. He was very tall and didn't like me or my brother much. he was always yelling at my mother for something and took my birthday money and Christmas money. he told me he needed it more than i did. When i did something wrong he looked my in my bedroom for several hours. My mother always fought to get me out. A friend of the family I had only met on the holidays was coming over more frequently when my step father was gone. Everyone always called him "S" and he had a brother I was very familiar with and we knew him as "uncle B", anyway he liked my mom allot and one night my mother grabbed us kids and took us to his house. All our stuff was there and i really didn't know why. Then my step father showed up and "S" Hit him because he threaten that if my mom didn't come home he would shoot me and my brother. I never saw my step dad again.

A few years went by and my little brother got ran over by a car. At this point my mother had married "s" and they had fallen into drugs. I truly didn't know what it was. My older step brother had shown it to me once. It was a white powder that was put in broken light bulbs or some kind of glass. Our house was a two level and i was terrified of the dark. My little brother and I slept downstairs and he usually slept in my room to keep my nightmares away. I was around 10 at this point. When my little brother was at the doctor they put him in a full cast because his femur was broken when the car hit him, so he couldn't sleep downstairs. I slept on the couch beside him every night and it wasn't long before my dreams came back again. But different. In one dream I was in "s" house and I was looking for a straw with a red stripe on it. When I found it and pulled it out of the drawer, it was really big. I woke up and "s" had his private part in my hand and was moving it back and forth. He did this for a long time, then would stop and take a shower. What ever it was I didn't want to look. Soon

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