Anonymous Story: Me Too

When I was thirteen, I didn’t have a care in the world. I knew that the world was dangerous, there were evil people, and most people were not to be trusted, but all of this never prepared me for someone I trusted the most to hurt me in the worst possible way.

My parents have been divorced ever since I was a toddler. I live with my mom. When I was thirteen, my mom worked a second job that started at five in the morning on Sundays. She would drop me off at my fathers because it was right on the way. On this particular morning, my step brother had around four or five friends stay over, so I couldn’t fall asleep on the couch like I usually did. At the time, the upstairs bedrooms were being used by my step sister and her friends. So I went and laid down in my dad’s bed. My step mom was at work, and my dad was on his computer in the living room. A sure sign he had been drinking all night. A couple hours after I fell asleep, I heard someone come into the bedroom. I opened my eyes, and saw my dad. He turned the TV that was on, onto something he liked. I rolled over and closed my eyes. I won’t go into details about what happened next, it’s too painful for me to type out. I pretended like I was asleep the whole time, because I was absolutely terrified. When it was over, my dad rolled over and went to sleep, while I creeped out of the bed, and into the rest of my life being forever changed. My father was and still is an alcoholic. I blame his illness for my assault, and because of this, he still believes he is innocent, or so he says. I have forgiven my dad, but I will never be able to forget. I’m sixteen now, and I’m doing better. I struggle everyday, but I know this made me stronger.