Unknown name.

Unknown name.

A Story by Adara

I can remember the first time quite clearly compared to the uncountable other times it happened.
That's probably because after it happened once, I would close my eyes, clench my fists so hard I often drew blood and imagined my life as someone else. As Kairo Rose with no second name, quite different compared to plain, ordinary Georgina. Kairo Rose was my escape when those bad things happened. I suddenly because Kairo more frequently that I was Georgina as I got older, and especially when I developed breasts, which I never really understood because they was two big lumps of fat resting on top of my chest and just made me look large. Naively, I got excited when they began to grow because I thought he would be put off by them as mummy always complained about hers, saying they gave her back ache. He liked them.

I remember pretending to be asleep that night when grandad came into my room, I used to like it when he would as he always kissed my head. I loved my grandad.
But instead of kissing me, he showed me he loved me a different way that night. He crawled into my bed and perched himself next to me. At first, we was a bit apart, but he started moving closer and closer. I didn't like him being that close to me but I remained 'asleep'.
I could feel his rough, wrinkly skin and hairy body at the back of me, if felt weird against my soft little body. Grandad was naked expect from wearing socks and his white, cotton vest that Granny would iron every morning for him to wear under his shirt and jumper.
It made me wonder why he wasn't in his own bed in his own house with Granny. Him and Granny loved each other.
Grandads sweaty body stated clinging onto my skin. I still pretended to be asleep thinking he might decide to go downstairs if I didn't wake up. The closer he got to me the stronger I could smell him, a stench of beer from the pub. That must have been why he was here. He had gone to the pub with daddy and Alfie, my older brother, and it was too late for him to walk home and wake Granny up, I convinced myself.
I was hoping Grandad would fall asleep soon enough but he kept wriggling about.
Then I felt a strange part of him between my legs. I started tensing and my body turned stiff, I knew what he was doing was wrong. Mummy always warned me that it was 'naughty' if anyone went near my private parts. But it was Grandad, Mummy surely only meant strangers and people I didn't know or trust. Grandads funny body part was really hard by now and it kept poking me. The poking suddenly became pushing and his breathing was a lot faster and turned into a sort of grunting noise, it made me smirk at first thinking he was making silly noises to try and make me laugh and catch me for not being asleep. I was wrong.
He was turned on his right side symmetrical to me, and grabbed my arms, I think he was trying to keep me still because he started thrusting himself against me. It really hurt. Why would Grandad want to hurt me? I thought he loved me. Maybe Grandad didn't know he was hurting me, afterall he whispered in my eye to stop crying when he heard my whimpers.
It felt like the pain would never stop, I thought some part of me had been torn open. Finally Grandad moved away from me. I was silent despite wanting to scream. I was motionless and still. "You can't tell anybody what just happened, you will make mummy cry and you don't want that, do you?' he asked me. No. No I didn't want mummy to cry, I only ever saw mummy cry once and that was when we watched a really sad film together as a family, I didn't like seeing her cry. He stayed next to me for a few minutes then got up, dressed himself neatly the way he always presented himself and disappeared out of my room, back down the stairs where mummy, daddy and Alfie was, oblivious as to what they would soon find out.

© 2015 Adara


Author's Note

Adara
Only an extract, I can't decide whether for it to be the starting or somewhere in the middle. I feel it's jumped in too soon for it to be right at the beginning though. One of the first drafts so a lot of room for improvements. Just to clarify, this isn't personal experience!!!!!!! Any advice, comments etc feel free to review. Thanks.

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Added on December 29, 2015
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Adara
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