Daddy Please Don'tI was 6 when my father kidnapped me. I was going to meet him for the first time.
This is extremely hard for me to do, but I finally feel like I can let it out. Please be respectful.
I'm not sure if I remember the 1st time it happened because the first memory I have I knew what to be afraid of, what he was going to do. But here it is: the first house we lived in. I heard his footsteps and remember pushing my back against the wall and squeezing my stuffed dog to my chest and tried to make him think I was sleeping. He came into my room to my bed and climbed into my bed next to me and started rubbing arm, my side, my back, my legs up and down. I shivered and that gave me away. He knew I was awake. He kissed my forehead and got under my covers with me. He pulled me away from the wall towards him. He started rubbing me again all over. When he put his hand in my underwear I froze. I didn;t know what to do or even that it was wrong. I just knew I didn't like it and it made me feel bad. But he was my dad, I trusted him.
He unziped his pants and took it out. He told me to touch it but I didn't move. He took my hand and made me. After he spent what seemed like hours molesting me and making me touch him he raped me. I cried and begged him not to, but he put a pillow over my face and did it anyways.
I was with him for almost 3 years. He raped me every night, sometimes even during the day. My aunt found us in our last house and gained his trust, she eventually got him to let me stay the night at her house, and called the cops. She knew what he was doing because he had done it to her growing up and a lot of other people.
He got out of prison this year on June 30th. I still struggle everyday. I'm 18 now. This is the most I have ever told anyone about it. I hope to get another chance one day to let more out. It hurts and is very hard, but it feels a little better not to have to hold it all in.