WILD ROSE (True Story)

This is the story of a person who is like a second mother to me and a person whom I truly love and respect. She is now about 47 and is laving a joyful life but only after having to suffer through so much. This story, based on her life is entirely true and as told by her. However, the names used are purely fictitious.She felt him touching her. His warm smooth hand made its way up her beautiful legs. Too afraid of what she may have to face, she didn’t dare open her eyes… until the touch of his smooth hand finally became a firm grip paining her with its force. Her screams were muffled as he also had her mouth covered with his one hand. With what felt like all she had, she managed to successfully bite his hand. She screamed in that momentary escape and with that scream he backed away from her, gave her that hungry look and left her room, ever so quietly.

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“Lana....Lana. You alright?” her grandma entered her unfortunately lockless room.“I thought I heard you scream”, Lana felt her grandma’s hand on her sweaty forehead.“It was just a bad dream”, lied the innocent fourteen year old girl.“Don’t worry about me grandma. Go get your beauty rest”, with those words Lana got up and slowly made her way to the bathroom. She locked the heavy wooden door behind her, letting her grandma’s voice fade into the silence of the night. Lana sat on the toilet seat; her safest place on earth. At least he won’t be able to get in there. Lana loved her grandma. She wondered what her grandmother will do if she told her about all this… but no, she couldn’t do that. She simply could not. It will kill the lady to know that her own son was harassing her grand daughter. It was her uncle, Lana thought. Her own uncle was the one abusing her. Violating her innocence. He was the uncle whom she dreaded. The uncle because of whom Lana had to spend all her nights locked inside this bathroom, afraid of his sexual assaults on her. His name was Fathih and he was in his forties, happily married and having two kids, one of them of the same age as Lana. Even then, he always had his eyes on her. It all began when her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother. From then onwards, god knew at what mercy Lana has been raised. And in thoughts like that the night passed. In the bathroom, like every other night in tears and in pain. The beautiful girl had finally drifted to sleep, her eyes red rimmed and her cheeks wet with tears which still shone with hope and tolerance. “Father……” It was a barely whisper“Where are you….” mumbled the poor girl, in her restless sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED....
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