I arrived at the Colorado airport a little after 6pm I sit down waiting for my aunt to come pick me up, I would have gone straight to her house on my own however I’m not old enough. You see I’m only 7 yrs old, luckily I was allowed to take the plane trip alone, but I suppose that was due to mother not being able to afford another plane ticket. Sitting here in this weird cold seat I began to wonder what I would be forced to do this time around. The wait for my aunt to arrive is not long she arrives around 6:30 she looks mad that I am sitting at the terminal instead of standing outside waiting for her. I know I’m going to get yelled at in the car for it.

On the way to my new home for the next 3 months I am told what I can and can’t do, and I am yelled at for not waiting outside, it has begun. My imprisonment, my torture but I know it will get worse. Once we get to the house I grab my bag full of clothes and some books for reading, I bring it in and put it away in the room that I always share with scooter. Trying to hide it so he won’t be able to destroy my books like he always does, I put it away in the closet all the way in the back. My aunt’s voice calls to me from the bottom of the stairs, it is dinner time. I hurriedly wash my hands in the bathroom sink and then walk-run down to the dinner table, the smell of meatloaf hitting my nostrils as i sit down at the table and await my food.

During dinner we talk about my flight and what plans I have for the summer, I try to hide my disdain for being here and try to answer as best as I can. The meatloaf however tastes nasty but I try to make due, knowing if I don’t eat all of my food that id be grounded for a week. After dinner scooter and I are told to clean up the kitchen and do the dishes. I hate doing the dishes but love spending time with him so I agree, my part is to dry the dishes as fast and best I can. Scooter does this all the time so he’s faster at washing the dishes, I have a hard time keeping up since he’s so fast but I do ok. It took us about an hour to do all the dishes, we call in my uncle Steve to inspect our work, he gives us the ok and we run up to our bedroom to watch TV.

A three stooge’s marathon is on the television so we get ready for bed as we are watching that, Scooter has a huge bed so I normally have to sleep on it with him. I don’t mind because it’s very comfortable and I trust him, after 3 hours of TV we start to get tired and turn in. I slip under the covers and try to get comfortable; soon I fall asleep and dream of video games, toys, and riding my bike. But….I wake up suddenly I open my eyes and see that it’s completely dark, the only light source is the VCR clock  telling me its 3:34am I feel something warm on me, I try to see what it is but I can’t see anything. I feel it moving up and down my side touching me, I get scared I don’t understand what’s happening I just know that I don’t like it, I move away but it and another one holds me close. I soon realize they are hands and it’s scooter who’s doing this to me.

I try harder to move away frightened of what’s happening, I start to cry silently as his hands move down to my butt, I cry harder now, not understanding what is going on. I fidget in place hoping he will stop soon, but I feel his hands caressing me as he takes off my boxers. I finally find my voice and speak up telling him no, telling him to stop but he won’t he continues to touch my now bare bottom. He moves closer, his hands now on my bare chest touching me pinching my nipples, I am crying steadily now telling him no and to stop but he continues, I feel him move closer to me something hard pushing into my butt, I’m getting even more scared now, not knowing what’s going to happen to me. I feel his breathe on neck for reasons unknown to me it excites me, I hear him whisper to me “it’s alright it’s all going to be over soon” his hand covers my mouth as I feel him thrust something into me, I scream the pain is unbearable I lay there crying as the pain continues its onslaught upon my mind. I know what’s happening now, my cousin is raping me. I try to fight to bite to get away but his hold is too strong. The pain is slipping away now but is still there whenever he thrusts. I stop fighting because moving around makes it hurt more. I am broken I lay there helpless and let him take me completely. Still crying still hurting I lay there hoping for it to end but putting up no fight, no struggle. My screams have stopped now; there is only silence in the room except for his movements and grunts. I hear him grunt one more time and feel something hot enter me. I feel him leave me and this hot liquid pour out, he loosens his grip on me and I stay still. Hoping wishing that this didn’t happen, I fall asleep tears pouring out of my eyes and my mind trying to comprehend what just happened. I fall asleep a broken child, raped by his cousin in the night….


Benjamin Thor Kelley
1 of Many.