What I Know about Adult-1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: September 10, 2019

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They said a little girl would not be possibly knowing the adult stuff. Well, I think I understand very well what occurred each time when my mom told me to go to sleep in my room when she heard my dad was coming home late at night. I am seven years old now. I know that parents need to sleep together, so I can have a brother or sister.

But my mom always woke up next morning in a bruised face, same as this time, I also know they did something more than just sleeping at night. From my own experience of bruise, she either hit herself on something, or someone had hit her. I think my dad did that to her, especially after he came home with alcoholic smell. My mom would bleed, not just bruise.

I asked my mom about it, she never said anything beyond, "I'm fine." I think she was either the biggest lair or the worse actress in the world. I did not reveal what I knew to her. Because my dad already came to "explain" how everything worked to me, by putting his own finger into me and told me to keep quiet each time or I would look like my mom.

First time, he did that to me was when he came out of their room, he asked me in his usual gentle tone while with me, if I had heard anything, I said, "Some screaming, dad did you hurt mom?" He replied, "No, she was actually feeling good, that was why." "Oh?" "Yes, do you want me to show you?" "No. She didn't sound good..." Well...he did successfully showed me after he dragged me to him, and covered one of his hand on my mouth, and another hand's finger into me. I couldn't scream, I didn't feel good as what he said and I also bled and got bruised down there, I cried in pain each time when I peed for next two weeks.

Nearly every time he came home, he would also came to see me. Sometimes he just came straight to my room, without going to see my mom first. He came to touch and put his finger in me. Sometimes he did that when I was asleep already. I woke up from his strokes, he said, "Hush, I will make you feel good this time, go back to sleep. I love you." I had him do it, the sensation was both soothing and disgusting. There was one time, on the fifth time I think, I actually felt good, but I lied to him, because I had an idea a dad should not do this to his daughter, and I shouldn't take pleasure out of this. I started to feel bad, I think it was guilty feeling for doing something bad, and I started to protest more. But the more I protested, the more pain I would get.

Next day I told my mom this. "You are just imagining something out of nothing. Your dad is always nice to you. I don't believe he would do this to you, you are just seven! Linda."

I think I know about adult stuff. But I don't think adults have good confront of what they are told from a child. They think children are just imagining stuff. I don't think anyone will believe this has happened to me either.


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