I've been repressing this memory for far too long. I need to let it out to someone, even if that someone is the anonymity of the internet. Well, as a child I had an uncle (let's call him Uncle Rob) and he was very affectionate. More than any of my other family members, even my own parents. He was a sort of second father to me, especially when my father would go away on long business trips for weeks on end. One night my mom left me at his house while she went out with my father, and he asked me if I wanted to play a game. He brought me into his bedroom and told me to close my eyes. I did. He was about to rape me, and I was completely clueless. As I felt his touch I yelled at him to stop. We got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Aire!" I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, Homes, to Bel-Aire!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo, Homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Aire. And that's my story. Thanks for reading, I needed to get this off of my chest... It's been eating away at me for years.
