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I was there to help him,sat and watched his kids. They were asleep I sat there with his girlfriend. He was drunk and decided to move his hands slowly down my shirt. I told him to stop,go to bed instead he put his hands down my pants. I wanted to say something but I froze. Then he made me put mine down his. I did not understand why he did it to me but he did. I started to cry all I wanted was to be a guy so he wouldn't do it agian. I told my mother but she did not think twice. She said,"he is my friend." They went to the police station and drop the charges. I was scared and didn't have any one to turn to only myself. I grabbed a razor and cut but it couldn't take the pain away so I asked for help. I didn't want it to happen to anyone else. He is still out there so watch out. I thought you were my friend but I was wrong to myself.

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Nickol Buckler


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