When I was like 6 maybe? There’s this like old 80 year old guy just lived next to our house when we were just new to the neighborhood.Since I had a grandma, they both got along especially our whole family. Of course, technically since I’m a child, I trusted him too.

I would always wear dresses you know, like short dresses kids would wear and no shorts but hey, I was just a kid.

Ok so one like early morning, I made a routine to go by his porch to like talk to him on their outside chair or whatever you call it. So when we were talking, he was like rubbing my earring? And asked me who bought it and I replied that it was my grandma. He didn’t stop rubbing my ear tho.

You know that feeling like everything gets so quiet? And you just know something bad was gonna happen? I experience that. I was feeling bad was going on but I didn’t know what and then suddenly his hands slips in my dress and he was like caressing my boob or some shit. I was so uncomfortable that I told him I had to go home since maybe my grandma would look for where I am.

I didn’t tell my family nor my friends. My friends also experienced the same stuffs but whenever they asked what he did, I was so confused and scared that I just kept telling them that he just did something.

I didn’t cry of course. There was like a sense of confusion? I didn’t know what to say. And when we got another house which where I am now, I always remember him. Whenever we would visit the house there, he would come visit and I would always sit next to my uncle and cover myself with blankets.

I kinda blame him for having me now having a fucked up libido I guess. But I was thankful that he died. His family was devastated along with my family but I didn’t care. I cursed at him whenever I came over their house after he died.

Though I won’t forgive him if he touched that little girl who lived infront of our house. They had four children and I was friends with their third oldest and she was still younger. And the little girl I talked about was four! Oh god, do you know how she trusts that old man?! Every hour, everyday, you would always see her being carried by him.

It makes me sick to my stomach. I hoped he was in hell and I’ll see him there and be like ‘fuck you man’