I was 10, and my parents had just gotten a divorce.
One day, a strange man come over with his son. He took my mother into her room. I heard pleasure groans coming from her room. The son was 16, and he turned to me. Suddenly he grabbed me and sped into my room. He threw me on my bed and tore off my and his clothes. Then he raped me.
Every single day the man would come over and so would the son. He threatened that if I told my mom, he would blame it on me. Say that I begged him to do it. Finally, I told my mom, and the mysterious man and boy mysteriously stopped coming.
I still remember the feeling, and I don’t ever want it to happen again.