It did not feel right when he touched me but I said nothing because I trusted him.
He meant the world to me. I craved attention from him so I accepted everything.
One day Mum came home early and he was in my room, when we had our ‘special time.’
Mum went ballistic and a part of me did not understand. In my eyes he could do no wrong.
My life was changed forever, I would never see him again.
Part of me still missed him dearly, secretly I blamed Mum.
I loved him dearly.
But did he love me?
The writer lives with her family in London and has decided to make more time for writing.