You didn’t deserve any of the shot that’s happened to you. It wasn’t your fault. You tell yourself it’s not a big deal and to get over it. But every time you see either of them you get scared. You get scared that they’ll touch you. Both the same age as you. One related to you. During 8th grade you were constantly touched by him and his friend. You considered them close friends. Maybe too close. Class night. One of them tried to kiss you, you decided it went to far and you cut off the friendship. Why didn’t you decided him touching your inner thighs during class was enough? Or those times where he got too close and you pushed his hand away? You were weak. You still are. Now the one you’re still friends with, after many tries to break the friendship is always sexual. He touched you. He touched your inner thighs and got closer and closer everyday in Art class. Your favorite class till you got to 8th grade. Till one day he got close enough. It felt good didn’t it you whore. You wanted more. But you didn’t. Why weren’t you strong enough. Both of them getting too close then playing with your boobs. You’re especially a skank because of the one you’re related to. You weak bitch. You were 12 or 13 when you slept side by side with him. He got too close. He slid his cold, rough yet soft hands down your shirt. Start squeezing. Begging to go underneath your sports bra. Begging and begging. You said no and no but he tried countless times. The next year he got even more sexual. Made you touch his boner, he put it against you. Just like those “friends” in 8th grade but instead of in class it was during summer at his house, during the night so no one could see or hear. He pulled down his shorts and took his dick out. It was hard. He begged me to touch it, nothing else but touch it. Grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let it go. He put my hand on his dick and forced me to keep it there after I said no countless times. Weak bitch. It was the first time you’d felt and seen a dick without an article of clothing covering it. You were uncomfortable. What would have happened if you didn’t snatch your hand away and went into a different room to sleep? Would he have continued on? Would you have had to give him a handjob? A blowjob? Mess around with him? What would have happened if you were weaker? Thank god you weren’t. You’re still sexual, very sexual and you want to feel pleasure. But you’re scared. Even if they are all gone, you’re scared.