February 26, 2004

• Stormy is so controlling that it's hard for us to come out and do anything. She is a very strong, controlling presense and in order for us to help her, we need to take over sometimes and bare the pain for her. We also need to take over and give her some of the memories to make her see the past and deal with it. She is avoiding it, trying to bury it all over again. She can't do that. It can't be buried again. Too much time has already passed and it's time to deal with the past now. Yes, it's painful, but it has to be done.

  
  

  I don't like showing her what was done that she has blocked out but I have to. I don't like showing her how the uncles and the aunts molested her and abused her and treated her like shit. I don't like to be the one that has to remind her of those times, but I have to. It's part of my job.

  
  

  When we were five, Aunt Sue was having a yard sale and she was busy out in the garage and Uncle Wally took us into the bathroom and made us take our clothes off and sit on his naked lap. He got his thing inside us and it hurt so bad! We bled and we cried but he put his hand over our mouth and he kep pushing his thing in and out of us anyway until he was done and then he shoved us off of him and got up and washed himself and then threw the washcloth at us and told us to wash down there real good. And he gave us a pad from under the sink and told us to put that in our panties so blood didn't get on our panties and told us if we told anyone he would kill us in our sleep. Then he left.

  
  

  We locked the door and we tried to clean ourselves but it hurt so much and there was so much blood. We were so scared. We were crying, but we knew to cry silently or we would get a whipping from Aunt Sue. We rinsed the blood out of the washcloth and put the pad on our panties and pulled them up and fixed our dress and then went to our room. We curled up with our teddy bear and cried and then Aunt Sue came in and found us and we got into trouble for being on the bed in the middle of the day and we got a spanking. She found the pad and we got a spanking for that and when she seen that it was bloody we got an even harder spanking for that.

  
  

  She made us tell why we were bleeding and she smacked us and called us a liar and spanked us again. We were grounded to our room then and we didn't get supper that night. We got a glass of water before it was time to go to sleep and that was it.

  
  

  We weren't allowed to go to school that week. Aunt Sue told the school that we were sick. We had to stay in our room. We got to eat a peanutbutter sandwhich for each meal that week with a glass of water because we lied about what happened. Uncle Wally found out that I told and he came to our room and did it to us again - three more times. It hurt so much. We cried a lot. We wished that mom or dad would come get us. We didn't know where they were.

  
  

  Aunt Sue and Uncle Wally took my teddy bear away because we talked to him. Then they took our other toys and got mad because we talked to each other outloud. So we had to talk to each other in our head. They knew we were doing it and we got spanked a lot for it.

  
  

  I hope Stormy reads this and remembers.

  
  

  --DarkWolf

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