This story is the beginning of the whole chain of events. This incident occurred 1 month before my first incident of being abused. The man in this story is the same man that abused me. The other child in this story is his son. I will refer to them as "the man" and "the boy".
I remember climbing/crawling up the stairs. Sitting in the hallway at the top of the stairs, i heard muffled voices at the end of the hall. I got up and walked down the hall to investigate.
There was a light on in the room at the end of the hall, and the door was ajar. I walked into the room. The boy was naked, knealing on the floor. The two year old me didn't know what she was seeing, but she/I saw the man was raping/molesting the boy.
The boy saw me standing there; the expression I see on his face is concern. When the man saw me, he shouted "What the hell are you doing in here?" and he swung his arm at me, clipping the side of my head, right next to my left eye.
I backed up and ran into the open door, hitting my back bwtween my arm and my shoulder blade. I couldn't move; I just stood there and started to cry. The man stood there staring at me, his hand raised. I don't know if he was going to hit me or not.
The boy, who amazingly kept his head, put his pants on and said to the man, "Please don't hurt her."
The boy picked me up and carried me out of the room and down the hall, telling me that it was okay, and trying to get me to stop crying. He took me half way down the stairs and sat with me until I stopped crying, telling me that he was okay and I was okay. Then he walked me down stairs, and took me to my mother. All he told her was that I had woke up from my nap.
Whispered Voices-a poem