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...See more I was eight when it first happened. I went to my babysitter's home like I did most days after school, but unlike other times, her grandchild was there. I had spent time with sam before, but this time was different. This time my babysitter wasn't feeling well and decided to take a nap and left Sam and I alone to play. But playing dolls is not what Sam had in mind. Sam wanted something else, Sam kissed me and like any girl at eight would do. I freaked out. But Sam convinced me that it was ok, that if I didn't stop my mom would become aware of what is going on, and she'd stop loving me. So of course I just stood quite. The kissing continued, and then a hand gliding up my thigh, and then further up. I never thought a fifteen year old would never do anything to hurt me. But was I wrong. After Sam was done 'playing' with me. I noticed I couldn't walk, it hurt so bad. I needed my mom to come get me, but of course Sam convinced me that if I said anything she'd want to get rid of me. So I kept quite. But all this managed to do, was make an eight year old think she wasn't worth anything, make her believe God hated her, see herself as broken, hate herself, and lastly made her believe sometimes that life wasn't worth living. I decided I needed to talk about it because I'm so tired of crying, and not feeling like I belong anywhere.

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