I was 14 years old when the first assault happened. My older brother, Will, came into my room at 3 am and picked me up and took me to the couch where he slept. I was half asleep but conscious enough to remember what happened. After laying me on the couch he cuddled up behind me. He slipped his hand into my “barrett bronco” (my schools name and mascot) shirt and began to rub and grope me. I tried to move his hand away but he hit my hand hard and told me if I moved it he would tell everyone how dirty I was. He continued by moving his hand into my pants and penetrating me with fingers. My whole body tightened up in pain, I was a virgin and this hurt my very badly. He then got up and took my pants off. I kept squirming, trying to get away and that’s when he threw himself on top of me and slapped me. Then he laid next to me and went to sleep. This continued for the next three months. One night as he was watching me and my younger brother Marshall and my friend Brittany, I attempted to tell Brittany but he called me into the kitchen and told me if I told her he would tell mom and dad that I was dirty and was lying about everything and threatened to hurt me if I told. I moved and he then slapped me. I did not tell her until Monday at school.
I finally told my foster brother and he told my parents when Will was at work. I was so scared that he was gonna come back and hurt me but I had my family and friends to attack. I have not seen him since 2 months after I told. I did not go to the trial, but I know he got 6 years in prison, instead of the original sentencing of 12. He will a registered sex offender for the rest of his life. but I will spend the rest of my life having horrible flash backs and memories of what happened to me in the safety of my home and by the person I thought I could honestly trust. I am now 16 years old and have been going to counseling for a year. I am in a happy relationship with a supportive and loving boyfriend, but I still sometimes have flashbacks of what happened when touched in a certain way. I still do not like when a man or boy stares at me for more than 5 seconds, and when I see a man or boy walk to close to me I still get sick to the stomach but each and everyday I am healing and becoming a stronger person.
If this happens to anyone don’t be afraid to stand up and tell someone you trust and know will do something about. And if anyone sees something this happen please please be an active bystander- meaning go tell someone right away.