Abigail’s Story: I hope he was drunk

[J] I hope you’re happy with what you caused. I was only a preteen when you started and I can’t believe you had the heart to look at me the way you do and touch me how you’ve touched me. You probably don’t even remember doing these things. I can’t even get in the pool anymore without thinking about the first time you touched me how you did, I have breakdowns almost anytime I do anything sexual. I’m honestly terrified of you and you have the nerve to act like you care when you’d held a gun to each of my sisters heads and threatened everyone in the family. I’m just waiting for that fateful day when I turn 18 and you get drunk and you run to me with a gun and tell me if I don’t leave you’ll blow my brains out.