Did Somebody Touch You?
I was 9 years old when it happened. I was over my dad's house in Nashua. My dad had a new girlfriend and his girlfriend had a son. My dad was at work at this time, so it was just me, my sister, stepmom and her son and my stepmom’s dad. My sister and I were in the kitchen getting something to drink when all of a sudden my stepmom’s dad came into the kitchen and stood behind me. I didn't think much of it at first, but then I felt something rubbing against my butt. I thought I was just imagining things. So me and my sister left the kitchen. I went into the computer room with my stepmom’s son while my sister went into the family room with my stepmom. Shortly after, my stepmom’s dad came into the computer room. I had her son on my lap, he was 4 years old. My stepmom’s dad came behind me and started rubbing my chest. He was smirking and laughing and kept saying to me "do you like it?" I was confused at first because I didn't know what he meant or why he was doing it, especially because his grandson was in the room. After he was done rubbing my chest, he grabbed my hand and placed my hand on his private area. When that happened, my eyes got really big. I didn't know what to say or what to do. I looked up at him and all he did was put his finger over his mouth and told me to shhh. My eyes began to water and I quickly moved my hand away and left. I walked into the family room with my stepmom and I started to cry. I didn't want to, but I couldn't hold it inside. She asked me why I was crying and I said nothing.
My dad ended up calling the house a little later, and my stepmom let him know that I was crying. He kept asking me and asking me what was the matter with me, but I wouldn't tell him. Then he finally spoke the magic words and asked, "Did somebody touch you?" And I answered yes. He asked me who and I told him. He told me to give the phone back to my stepmom and he told my stepmom what I told him. She was so furious. She thought I was lying... She called him down and asked him if what he did was true and he shrugged his shoulders and said, “pft, no” and began to walk away. The pain I felt made me want to kill him. I wanted him to suffer. My dad told my stepmom her dad needed to leave the house. My stepmom was so hurt she started to cry again. My dad came home and was going to bring me and my sister home. When we were in the car, he told me not to tell my mom anything. And I didn't. But something strange happened when I got home; my mom asked me that night if anybody had touched me. I thought to myself... Should I say something or listen to my dad?
I didn't tell my mom anything until fifth grade. When she found out I saw her cry and I felt it was my fault. Till this day I have not seen that man who molested me. I was told he had to move back to Dominican Republic and he could never step foot in the US again. I'm 16 years old and I'm still suffering from the pain.