GULLIBLE AND NAIVE LOVE.

Chapter Ten: The Genesis.

This was the beginning of my nightmares, scares and addiction. Who knew such a tiny action could impact me forever. Who knew I was bound to be affected for life?

The carefree girl started hiding her thoughts. The little girl did not know that anything was wrong with whatever was being done to her because she trusted the perpetraitor. It all started simply, a trusting girl with a big brother who supposedly was to have her back.

Being carried by the big brother was an awesome feel but then the finger slipped. It started by touching the outer area. My little and naive mind knew it was wrong but there was no way my big brother would do that to me so I quickly dismissed it. This little girl was a class three kid.

It progressed, another time the finger slipped in. Little did the girl know it would continue progressing to the time she would see porridge come from the third leg. The porridge, or at least that was what the little girl referred to burned between her thighs.

This particular day it progressed further, the third leg slipped in;it hurt so bad, she felt every ligament tear. The little girl became helpless. "Wasn't he supposed to protect me," she wondered. The little girl felt discomfort but the magic words dispelled all her doubts.

"I am your elder brother, there is no way I would hurt you. You'll be a nice little girl and will not tell anybody," the voice would say the words that would magically reassure me.

The act proceeded for almost 2 years, it was normal.

The little girl was me Angie, and the little act that was not wrong was my daily nightmare. In my dreams i felt like they were happening progressively, like a person trapped in a loophole.

My first night at the institution was not an exception I wasn't breathing, I struggled to take in air. My chest hurt so bad I felt as though somebody was sitting on my chest. The routine was always the same, waking up with a stir and emotionally unstable before mocking myself to sleep.

I knew I was messed but I didnt know to what extent. I knew I was destined to have the dream innate and my introverted self would let all the pain, emotions, regret eat me up like a virus.This I could deal with, what I could not deal with was watching him be branded the golden child tittle and being told to enumerate his ways. Was I to sexually molest a kid? my mind would wonder. I resented men especially the ones I was related to and I would never imagine myself being emotionally attached till Bruce happened making me reckless.

The strong independent girl could still hold some though.