Henry is a sick individual. He loved torturing me. He enjoyed the crying and the screaming. After a while I did nothing. I closed my eyes and prayed it’d be over soon, it usually would be if I didn’t put up a fight.

He brought a buddy for what would turn out to be his last time with me and that really scared me. I seriously thought they would kill me. But to my surprise, Henry didn’t allow the man to rape me. He just let him watch. But just because he couldn’t use his penis didn’t mean he couldn’t touch me. And he did. “Open your eyes and look at him.” I didn’t want to. He slapped me, and told me again. When I didn’t do it he went to physically open my eyes but I fought him. We struggled a bit. He had a cigarette in his hand as we were doing this and it fell in the struggle right by my eye. If I would’ve had my eyes open he would’ve blinded me. But instead, it left a deep scar right next to my tear duct. I’m forced to see it everyday. I can’t avoid it. I hate it. I’ll never forget and when I do it all comes back when I look in the mirror or in pictures, I detest both. And you would think that’d be I enough for them but it wasn’t. I’ve also got a scar on my chest. Henry made sure that I’d never forget that day. And I never did.

He thanked me when he was done, unwrapped a piece of chocolate and popped it in his mouth. He threw another piece at me and they left.

After this, My mother’s shift at work changed so she’d be home earlier which meant he would no longer get the opportunity to hurt me anymore. The parties continued, I still saw him in my home plenty of times. “Catch,” he’d say with a smirk on his face, and would throw a piece of chocolate at me. It was his way of reminding me. He always carried chocolate in his pocket. His favorites were those real cocoa dark chocolates, the ones with a strong chocolate scent. I gag everytime I smell it. Everyone thinks it’s weird I don’t eat chocolate but they don’t know. And I’ll never tell them. This is why I wanted to share here. The little girl in me wanted desperately to tell the adults but no one listened so I get to do it now. Anonymously. And I can move on with my life feeling lighter. At least that is my hope.