Constance Louise Manning was admired by everyone, her teachers, her friends, her neighbours…everyone who knew her thought she was a young, beautiful, conscientious girl. But she harboured a secret, a secret so bad that if it was leaked, she knew it would tear her world apart.
She often sat in her room crying, just crying, nothing else. Her body shaking uncontrollably and silent tears falling down her face her make-up snaking down her cheeks in spidery lines.
It had first happened when she was 6, her parents and her older sister were going out, her uncle was coming over to baby-sit. He wasn't really her uncle, her dad's parents had found out they were unable to have any more children so they decided to adopt. She'd always known Mike as 'Uncle', him and her family were so close. Connie and mike got on so well; he was almost like a second dad to her.
Connie kissed her mum and dad goodbye and watched them go off in the car, uncle mike had gone into the lounge and settled himself in front of the telly, she went up to her room to get ready for bed like her parents had told her, she was just settling into bed when uncle mike entered the room.
'How's my little princess then' he cooed, 'looking gorgeous as ever.'
'Thanks uncle Mike, night night' yawned Connie as she settled into bed.
But Mike didn't leave the room; instead he sat down on her bed. 'Uncle Mike, I'm nearly 7, I'm getting a bit old for bedti…'
But she didn't finish; she felt Mike's hand sitting on her stomach, Slowly creeping down her body.
'Uncle mike, Waddya…'
'Ssssshhhh sweetheart uncle mike knows what he's doing.' He whispered soothingly in her ear, 'Uncle mike knows what he's doing.'
She tried to block it out, whilst he was having sex with her, she knew something wasn't right, that it wasn't normal. But she trusted Uncle Mike so much that she thought everything must be fine.