Flashback II: Strange Energy

I remembered tearing up, feeling weak and helpless. He had mentioned cases, weird cases, where he had watched me lustily, yearning to have a thirst of me before any other kid in the block, and that when he had heard about me dating Curtis the rich kid from the next two blocks, he had known that it was the right time to take the gold before someone else touched it.

His frenzied words made me sick, and at that moment, I hated him with every fibre in me, I hated my father and I hated my step sister. It was true that when we had moved here, Manuel had always sought me out to touch me in sexual forms, a forced kiss, groping my breasts at the backyard. At one time, he had even dipped a finger in my honeypot during one of the nights when he would sneak into my room and release his pent up emotion.

The first time I had told my father about this, he had slapped my mouth shut whilst telling me to stop making up stories about my brother, and that I should stop trying to sabotage his goodluck.