When I was 10, my mother died and my father was never home. Two years later, he got remarried to a woman with two stepbrothers a year older and two years older than me. At first, they were okay and ignored me flatly. But, when I turned thirteen, they turned horrible.
The older one, let’s call him Matt, and the younger one, let’s call him David, shared a room with me because my dad and stepmother didn’t care about us and were often not home.
One day Matt and David were talking quietly to each other and I was reading. They got up and sat on my bed. Suddenly, Matt pushed me off the bed and kicked me up, telling me to get up.
That was only the beginning. After that day, they continued to harass me and there was one day I still remember in detail.
Matt forced me to get on all fours on the ground. I was only a little younger, but a great deal smaller and I had no confidence. David sat on me and forced me to walk around like a mule while he ‘steered’ me by harshly pulling my hair. All this while Matt smacked my butt. Hard, so hard it left a bruise.
That went on for years, until I was in college and sought help. Matt and David aren’t allowed to be near me, but I didn’t press charges. They did horrible things to me. I still have nightmares.