When home turns unsafe

When I was 11 my cousin who is 5 years older than me moved to us as a foster-child. I was thrilled, he was 15 and cool. Finally I would get a big brother that could be there for me.

At first it was great, he didn't bother me and I didn't bother him. I turned 12.

Then he started going into the bathroom when I was getting ready for bed or unlocked the door while I was taking a bath. He always had a good excuse, he needed a towel or had to put laundry in.

This went on some time, made me feel slightly uneasy but he wasn't touching me.

Then night I woke up, someone was hurting me.

I opened my eyes and he was sitting next to my bed with one of his hands between my legs, he was really hurting me. He had his eyes on my body so he never noticed that I was awake.

He used his other hand to entertain himself.

Suddenly everything changed. I wasn't even safe in my own bed. I have had problems with sleep ever since. I was now 12 years old.

He kept coming in to my room every now and then, always when he was sure I was sleeping and always touching me.

A few months later my dad leaves us.