The blossoms

This man was pure evil, manipulative, and a true narcissist. He was loved by many, so who could have though he was capable of doing such harm to those he was supposed to care about. My mom had been no stranger to bringing her partners home, the first one I remember led to the creation of my sister. I can never truly remember more that just a name for him. I remember the family with great memories, but nothing comes to mid for him, my brothers dad was just a hook up with a friend. He had been in my life for a while, none of the memories were particularly good. Most involve the was he would scare me using a mask, when he would wear the mask he was then "the grave yard man" he lived in front of a graveyard and late at night would start dragging me towards the door. Doesn't take a genius to realize this installed an intense fear into my young brain. After my mom was pregnant he stopped coming around, during that period my mom met him, the one who would destroy everything in me. As i was only nine i don't remember much of his first appearances. From the stories others tell me, he was my moms best Friends boyfriend, my mom and he snuck around creating a relationship. If that doesn't already show red fags on his character. His go to method of discipline was hitting me whenever i "didn't listen". At the age he came around i had also been diagnosed with ADHD, i struggles massively in school, and i also had horrible eating habbits, mostly against meat. I hate most meat and eating it makes me horribly sick. The beatings weren't even the worst part, the night my world changed wasn't even long into their relationship.         ********************************   Warning ahead, s****l Abuse ************************************* At this time I shared a room with my sister, she was only a toddler at this time so she would occasionally wake up in the middle of the night,  Im not fully sure the events leading up to it, but I awoke in the middle of the night, I took a quick look around the room and there he was, propped up on the bed side just watching me, he quickly shushed me as he got closer. I was scared, I barely knew him but the amount of fear I had for him made me listen, when he got close enough to touch me he had begun pulling at my pants. I tried pushing him away but my little self was not strong enough. He had molested me for the first time that night.  That morning I was so filled with emotions I cried, my mom and her best friend noticed and asked what was wrong. I had told them the events of the night prior, assuming they would believe me, how would a nine year only now of oral s*x right? Well I was wrong, they told me he wouldn't do that and I must have dreamt it. I listened to my family and convinced myself it was all just a dream.