Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/22/2016
By nightgate
We were at my old house. We moved a total of eleven to thirteen times from the past sixteen years I have been living in America. It was my mother, my grandma (her mother), my uncle, and my three siblings. Oh, yeah, and I. My Uncle invited my older brother and younger brother to sleep in his room. I was mad for some reason, I wanted to sleep with him too! I was also shy so I asked my older brother to ask my Uncle if I can sleep in his room too. He said yes. He had a big bed to fit us all. My younger brother was sleeping near the door, following my older brother, then my Uncle and lastly, me. I woke up in the middle of the night, it was around 10 PM or 11 PM. I felt someone touching my thighs so I pushed his hands away, turning so my back was facing him and tried to fall asleep. Some minute later, my pajama short were slipping down my legs and the same rough hands was touching me in between my legs, no quite up T H E R E. I forgot to mention my age, I was around nine years old and he, my Uncle, was in his late twenties or early thirties. I mumbled something he was just laughed quietly and pulled me closer. I remember him sliding my panties aside and... and slipping his hands down there. I was in pain and I wanted it to stop. I kept telling him over and over to leave me alone and let me sleep, but he would never listen. Eventually, he placed me on top of him and asked me to "guide him to the enterance". I was young and had no idea what that meant. He took my innocent little hands, making me touch and hold his penis, forcing himself to fit inside of my small frame. I was scared and in pain. It hurt like hell. After a while, I remember asking to use the restroom. He shooed me away. In the restroom, I quickly peed and examined myself down there. It was a mess... I won't go into detail. So I flushed the toilet and joined him back in the room. Later in the night, he asked me "If it felt good. did I enjoy it." I didn't answer. I guess he assumed I was asleep since he didn't bother to make small talk. My brothers slept through everything. To know my Uncle more, he was a cruel man, he still is til this day. He poisoned a dog and killed it. He allowed us to hold his gun. He gave us alcohol. He made us do military work out. My younger brother, who was seven had to do twenty to thirty push ups + situps. I had to do fifty. and my older brother had to do one hundred. Since my sister was fifteen, he didn't bother her. After that night experience he never bothered me again and we never spoke about it. I was always in denial because I didn't know whether it was a figment of my imagination or if it really happened. He moved away after we moved. I never heard about him anymore. Last I heard, he was sexually assaulting other people and comitting killing crimes... my other uncle, his brother, dislikes to talk about him. ---- I wasn't raped again but I was assulted several times by another man. He was a family friend. When I was 12 he came to visit and he touched my boobs and grabbed my ass. My grandma said he was charged once for assulting a 10 yr old girl. Anyway, everytime he visited he would do that. Eventually, when I was around 15 I finally became brave around told him to stop. We were at my grandma house. My younger brother witnessed him grabbing my boob, an nearly falling on top of me. Later when the guy left, he told my grandma and m grandma was like "Stop lying. _____ would never let something like that happen. Quit your lying." and my brother said, "I'm not even lying. He literally grabbed an squeezed her boobs." She asked me if that was true and I lied, I told her no. My brother later called me "nasty" and "disgusting". I don't know why I lied. Then my grandma told us the story where he was almost charged. ---- I was going home and my grandma asked him to walk me to the corner store. It was around ten p.m. I kept my distance and walked more than three meters away from him. He kept trying to talk to me and asking why I was running away but I didn't listen. Eventually he got mad and called my grandma saying "I was running away from him.". A couple hours later of waiting near a broken, dark street light, my mom's car finally pulled up and we left. Well, she and him had a long ass conversation before we left home. The next day my grandma called asking why I was running away and I told her "I didn't like being next to him. "