Cry me a river(true story about me)
by
Paul Kangas
(Age: 18)
copyright 08-08-2004
Age Rating: 10 to 127
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April 15th 1990 was the day I that I was brought into this world that was filled with love, good, and evil. Well for about 2 years I lived in a city called Seattle
in the state Wahington. My life was great their.
When I was aboutr 3 years old me, my mom, Kell(sister), and Jakie(sister) moved into a three bedroom apartment in Elk River, Minnesota. I was LUCKY. I got my own bedroom and my sisters Kelly and Jakie had to share one. :-)
When I turned 6 My mom was pregnent with another child. I was happy. And guess what we moved to Princeton, Minnesota. We had a wonderful big house. My mom named my last and final sister Vanessa. People call her Missy.
When I was 8 years old My family and I found out that my sister Kelly was pregnent...AT 18 years old!
Anyways when Kelly moved out I became friends with a nice kid named Andy. He was my age and I was also friends with Samantha Bittner (she is soon going to join this site and become an author).
Anyways Andy had an older sister named Angie. Angie was 18 and she had a boy friend. Okay well one day Angie told her boy friend to wait in her room. Angie decided to go and buy some pop and snacks at the gas station. Any's parents were outside in the garage. Anyways Angies boy friend asked me to go into Angies bed room. He said "I have something to show you". I said "No thanks". But then Angie's boy friend grabbed my arm and took me into the bedroom. Then he pushed me into the closet and shut the door. He told me to take off my shirt. I did. Then he started to take his shirt off. I said "Let me go what are you going to do"? He said "Something". Then I new what he was going to do. HE WAS GOING TO melest me. Thrn I started to say "LET ME OUT"! He said "NO". I started to cry. I can hardly expain how I felt at that exact moment. I started to scream. He said "Take off your pants". Then I screamed as I opened the closet door. HE pulled my shirt and ripped a hole in it. I kicked him and bit his arm. Then i ran downstairs and out the door. I didn't look back...not once. I ran all the way back to my house. I never told anyone about that until now. I never saw that Guy again. I could see the evil in his eyes. Were ever he is now I hope its far away from hear. He is a gross sick freak. What happened to me that day was one of the most terrifying days of my life and I don't want that to happen to me again or anyone else...
the end
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your not alone. some thing like that happened to me too. it was my brother's friend named paul. he was a nice guy. (or so i thought) when he'd come over my parents wouldn't be home cause they went to meetings every night and when my brother was out side he would come after me.
Paul,
As terrible as an experience that must have been for you, I'm really glad you had the courage to post it up for all to see. That horrible excuse for a human being will get his eventually. I hope that you can put the pain of this memory behind you now that you've been able to write about it. You're very brave to be so open about it, Paul. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.
I'm so sorry that you went through something like this! Wow, that must have been really tough for you. I'm realllly sorry, and I hope that you can get over it and forget what happened!
Welcome !
