The Beginning

It's hard for me to back so far. The thoughts I thought I had gotten over so long ago still seem to haunt me. We moved a lot. Our mother just couldn't seem to find a good place for us. Our biological father stuck around during this time period. Our older sister has a different father. She never met her biological father. Anyway, we didn't have a "home." When we were living in Cuba, New York, one of our moms good friends lived next door with her two boys. My sister was 8 and I was 5 when the older boy, Travis (16), raped us. I blamed myself for so long. My mom knew about my sister. She didn't know about me until I was 16. Shortly after this, I realized I wasn't to blame. I was 5. What could I have done? Instead, I blame my father. Travis was there to help him work on the car. My father was out in the drive way, working on that stupid car the entire time. I've had a hard time trusting men. It's taken me 16 years to get over my fears. I can't help but feel that this is when my troubles began...