Phoenix #3 (male)

I came home from school and you made me sit down at the coffee table. Their were porn magazines open and spread all over the table. You told me to look at them. I did and everything worked fine.

You then told me to get into the bed. I did. I was nervous. This was not right... it didn't feel right. However, I did as I was told.

You then, told me to perform oral sex on you. I didn't want to. But you made me, nonetheless. And due to the fact that you were so big ( an overweight adult woman) and I was so small ( a 7 year old, thin boy )...I couldn't breathe...you tasted like urine.

So, I ran and you gave chase. When you caught me, you beat me so hard that I tried to fit in between the refrigerator and the stove' like I was a cat running away from a torturer.
After the beating, you made me take a nap. I was thankful for that kindness as I needed the rest. When I woke up it was over…

It was over physically, but emotionally and mentally that one event has stayed with me for life. However, this letter is to let you know that for years I've lived with this and told this story over and over again. Not as a victim, but as victor. Sad news friend, you lose... 


Forever.


-Phoenix #3