A few childhood memories from several alters of the same man

When I was four years old Patrick Vito started to molest me. The first time he molested me was at a friend of the families house in a room on the bed. I remember Patrick asking me to come sit on the bed and he said to me lets play a game you like playing games right? I said yes I do so I sat on the bed. He then tried to pull my pants down and I said no but he said that what we were playing is that he is my boyfriend and I am his girlfriend and that I had to do whatever he wanted. I then began to get scared because he laid me down on the bed and pulled my underwear to the side and rubbed his hands between my legs. I kept telling him that I did not want to do that and that I would tell on him but he said no one would believe and being the fact that I was whipped by my mother for what my uncle did to me I believed him. He then started to rub his penis on me. All I wanted was for it to be over with. I can still feel him rubbing himself on me. After he rubbed himself  on me down there he started to masturbate as he was performing oral rape on me. I can still feel him breathing hard between my legs. After he was done I went to the bathroom and cried and tried to wipe away the wetness. I stayed in the bathroom crying until someone came and knocked on the door. Patrick continued to do this to me for two years. The next time he molested me was on the side of my fathers house . It was dark and I was playing out side. He pulled me to the side of the house and pushed me against the house and put my hand down his pants and made me touch his penis. As I was telling him to stop he started to pull my shorts down and put his penis between my legs and started to hump on me. He then stopped because he heard someone coming and rushed to pull my shorts up and ran to the back of the house. I was scared of him. I was afraid he would try to do this again so I ran inside and wiped myself off and went to my room and  cried myself to sleep. Patrick then found out where I slept and started opening my window and would molest me while I slept. .I would wake up to him touching my vagina . I would try to shove his hand away but he was too strong. I then began to be afraid to go to bed. I would lock my window at night but somehow he was still able to open it and continue to molest me that way. There was a few times that I would wake up with him on top of me forcing my underwear down and putting his penis between my legs forcing my legs closed with his penis still there and humping on me until he ejaculated. This continued nearly every night for two years. When I was five and a half years old I was playing in the woods by an uprooted tree at my dad’s house. I remember my mom was cutting grass that day. Patrick grabbed me and put me behind that tree and told me to shush. He then laid me on the ground with his hand over my mouth. I started to cry. He started to rub all over my body and pulled my shorts and underwear to the side and proceeded to fondle my vagina. While he was doing this he told me to shut up and promise that I would never tell. I complied. He then removed his hand from over my mouth and pulled my shorts down to my ankles and put his penis between my legs and started humping on me until he ejaculated. When he was done he then pulled me up  and I could feel his disgusting semen leaking down my legs and buttocks with leaves and grass stuck all over me. He then began to wipe me off so no one would see what he had done and pulled my shorts up and told me to never tell anyone because no one would believe me anyway. I then ran out of the woods and grabbed a wash cloth and wiped myself off. All I wanted to do was to wash his disgusting filth off of me. He molested me three times at this uprooted tree all together. I also remember when I was almost six I was picking blackberries in the woods by my house. He found me there. He acted like he wanted to help me pick blackberries. He lead me further in to the woods to where an old barrel was. He tried to pull my shorts down and I told him no. He told me I was his little girlfriend and that’s what you do when you love somebody. I told him no I’m not his girlfriend. I went to run towards the house and dropped the blackberries on the ground. He grabbed me and bent me over the barrel with all of his weight on me. I couldn’t breath as he started pulling my shorts down. He then put his penis between my legs and started humping on me.I tried to fight and struggled but his penis almost penetrated me and it hurt so I stopped fighting. I blacked out and split. After he ejaculated I pulled up my pants and walked out of the woods. When I was six I went to use the bathroom and as I walked out of the bathroom Patrick was in the hallway. I froze in fear. He then closed the door to the hallway and it was dark. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. He pushed his penis in my face. I could feel him rubbing his penis on my face and lips and telling me to kiss it. Trying to force his penis in to my mouth. I tried turning my head to get him to stop but he grabbed me by the hair and continued to try and force me to do it but I wouldn’t open my mouth. That’s when my mother walked in and caught him. She kicked him out of our house. I tried to tell her he was forcing me but she didn’t listen and beat and blamed me for it.