My Father’s Best Friend – Not Mine
By April Sims
My mom and dad were not home when I let him in
He had been here many times before
He was my dad’s best friend
But this time he was different
I told him my parents would be home soon
And that is when he came and sat next to me
Breathing his whiskey latent breath on me
Whispering in my ear how pretty I was
And how good I smelled
As the tobacco and alcohol smell nearly turned my nose inside out
Then he started rubbing on me
And touching me like never before
I became scared and wished I never opened that door
Just then I heard a key in the door
He quickly got up and sat across from me
And then
He put his index finger up to his lips
And whispered to me never tell
And then took his finger across his neck
From fear I never told my parents
And I never opened that door again
Be safe,
Karen
I just know there is something we can do, never understand this, maybe all kids should have a panic button?
Please believe, there are still good and harmless men who are friends of Dads. A question: Would a young girl have told, if she saw the friend steal money from her parents? A crime is a crime, even if not taken to a harming level.
A proud loving grandfather of ten young girls and women, Bill Broome
Starr~~
Deep pain here: I'm sorry you had to endure this. A warning, indeed: perhaps it will save lives and sanities.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(