when it happened… I was scared. I was scared that if i don’t listen he will hurt me. i was afraid because of who he was. If i say that he did what he did no one will believe me. He went to sleep as if he done nothing wrong he looked at me the next day in the sense of will i tell? I can see him worried but yet i stayed quiet. Every time his name was mention i wanted to say what he did. Every time i see his face i got this tight knot in my stomach. i wanted to run away and not be near him. i was mad,scared,weak…. I didn’t understand why he did what he did knowing who i was.