It all started when I was a little girl, maybe 5 or 6 years old. I had been molested, at the time I had no idea what was being done but how would I being so young? The person, no monster, who did this to me, was someone I had trusted. Had trusted being the operative word, he was my step-brother a whole 9 years older than me. I don't know what possessed him to pull that crap on a little girl and I never got the chance to ask. Anymore I don't care for the reasoning. He ruined me.
I think the sickest part looking back on it was that he was never ashamed of doing it, even when he was caught by his father, my step-dad, in the act. Somehow in his eyes it had been my fault. Shortly after being found out he and the rest of his family left, never to been seen again. His mother even called mine saying that we were all lying, I felt so bad. Being so young I blamed myself, my step-dad never saw his boys again or his grandson.
I felt responsible, even though I was told it wasn't my fault. That was long ago in the past but not a whole lot has changed.
My relationships with guys since then have been less than normal. My name is Isabella Marie Swan and this is the story of how fucked up my life is.