The Beginning of the End_(1)
Chapter 1: The summer I turned twelve years old, things started to change. I was always “more developed” than other girls my age, and had a sense of maturity not often seen in pre-pubescents. I only began to notice how older males looked at me when my uncle drooled over his beer as I exited the pool with my brothers. His leer caught me off guard, made me uneasy and sick to my stomach. Life continued, day to day, but I felt him getting nearer and nearer as time wore on. He partied at the house every weekend with my dad, he began to stay over nights, and then demanded I bring him a towel into the shower. These small instances began to accumulate doubt in my mind. Eventually the tension between us culminated when …