We used to hang out all the time, we were thick as thieves and completely inseparable. Whenever we were alone, she always wanted to play strange games, and constantly wanted me to stick things inside her. A hairbrush, marbles, fingers, the list was endless. While she always started it, I don't recall her ever having any fun. In fact, her being mostly devoid of emotion was the one thing I vividly recall about her.
Confessions — "My dad broke my virginity when I was thirteen"
I was their second child being born into an already crumbling marriage. My father was very abusive verbally physically an emotionally. Fast forward a year an some odd months later my mother finally gave birth to my brother the golden child the son my father always wanted. I remember my father starting off only abusing my mom he would make us kids goto our room n lock the door while we heard screams of pain and fear coming from our mom. As a child it was truly frighting and being so helpless my older sister would sit there holding us telling us everything would be ok.