18 Years Of Slavery

"NO !!!", I Screamed with my full strength and pushed my uncle away. He was staring at me as if I had shattered his belief, as if I had murdered him. But I was not wrong. It was he who had led me to such an action. I met my uncle for the first time when I was 6 years old. He was a very good friend of my parents. My parents usually had to go out for some business related work. They used to leave me under the care of my uncle and his daughter, Sheena. He was very good in the beginning. He used to give me chocolates and ice-creams and used to tell me stories. He used to take us out to the park in evenings. But one day, when I was alone, he visited my house. I was alone . I told him that my parents were not at home and also asked after Sheena. He probably knew that my parents were not at home. He closed the door and grabbed me and started kissing me. I was standing there lifeless and was not able to understand what was happening. I was just ten years old. I tried to tell my mother many times, but I couldn’t utter a single word against him. He started molesting me and this continued till I was 20 years old. That's enough, I can't take this any more. I finally told myself. He visited me again when no one was there. He stepped towards me. I knew this was the time. I pushed him back and shouted, “NO!” I just wanted to tell my mom that until today I could not tell her any of this. But here I am, openly confessing that my uncle molested me for 18 long years and today when I stood against him and wanted to punish him, he is no more. I regret it. Had I taken the stand before, I would not have been enslaved!