It all started when I was nine years old and I was raped/molested several times. I remember it happened when my mom was out running some errands and my dad was watching tv. I first meet Pete because he was a friend of my parents and was staying with us. The first time it happened he need some help moving things so I offered to help and told my dad that we would be back. Before it happened I didn’t really think he was going to actually hurt me. When we were finished Pete asked me if I was thirty and wanted anything to drink. When I went to put the cup away that’s when it happened he took me by the hand and Sat me on the bed. He told me to close my eyes that he had something to show me. He then told me to open my eyes and when I did he was playing with himself. I knew I had to get out but when I did he grabbed me and threw me on his bed and put his hand over my mouth and with his other hand pull down my pants and started touching me everywhere. I remember at the time I was picturing myself someplace else when it happened. After that it happened a few other times. The guy eventually got caught doing it to someone else but I never told my parents or anyone else until now. When we got back inside I thought my dad would know something was off but he never did. To this day it still bothers me. I’m 20 years old and I still have problems trusting people.