I am under this anonymously because I want to share my story, but don't want anybody I know to find it. Especially my ex-best guy friend aka my rapists son. But before I get into his story, I must tell my own. THERE WILL BE TRIGGERING CONTENT
Now, let's call my rapist John Doe and his son Jack Doe. I met Jack shortly after he moved into my neighborhood. He was perfect in all sense of the word. I loved his laugh, his eyes, the way he looked at me when I helped him with school work. I began visiting him at his house. Sometimes, his father would even let me stay for dinner. John had lost his wife a few years back. I felt a little bit of pity for him because on occasion I would see him entirely exhausted. But he always perked up. Jack said it was because I was like a daughter to John.
Speaking of John, I should've known something was off about him. He treated me different than all the other girls and boys Jack invited over. It was small things thar I could only catch in hindsight. The way his eyes lingered over my breasts, or the fact that he'd brush my thigh on occassion. But he stopped after having known him for a while. He was no different than anybody else.
Jack and I grew really close. He told me stories of him and his mother when she was still alive. I also shared about my eating disorder, self-injury and mental illnesses. He loved to listen, and I was falling madly for him. Read more »