My Fault

Be Good
Have fun
Mommy will pick you up in a couple of days

Mind your manners
Do as you're told
Call if you want to come home

Typical sleep over
Certainty of being spoiled
Can't wait for grandma and grandpa to come home

7 years old
I remember it perfectly
A sleepover gone horribly wrong

H said he wanted a hug
Hugs are good
I walk over, even then, knowing something was wrong

On the bed
A pillow covers my face
I can't see, i can barely breathe

It hurts
I don't understand
This is wrong, he shouldn't be doing this

Afterward
He's frantic
I still don't understand my uncle

A threat
Don't tell
They'll be mad, they'll hate you

Hours pass
Grandparents come home
I tell them what he did to me

Tears
Anger
Maybe it realy was my fault

Call her mom
Call the police
I'm scared, i still don't understand

I'm sorry mommy
It's not your fault
Drive her to the hospitol dad

Games
An angel bear
I'll never froget that day

Counceling
Dolls
It's not your fault he's sick

Court date
Nervousness
I don't even think i can look at him

Nightmares
Fear
Maybe it really is my fault