Used And Abused
Written by Jenni Bailey
His penis was in me like he was charging himself, charging his controlling, God-like nature, so he could get more and more from me. He looked at me like an animal, not human, but at the same time, he treated me like gold that should be polished. He wouldn’t want to dirty me up before I get used. I would ask him ‘’are you done?’’ because he was at work, and my body was his timecard. My brother molesting took energy, even tho I wasn’t physically doing anything, I was waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting,-waiting for him to get off of me.
