He Is My Cousin

He is my cousin.

He is nice, sweet and makes me laugh. Hard!

He is my cousin.

He is responsible, trustworthy and respectful. So much!

He is my cousin.

He is gentle but carefree and childish. Sometimes.

He is my cousin.

Yes, my cousin. But I wish he isn’t. Oh! I wish.

He is my cousin.

He tied me, gagged me and punched me. Hard!

He is my cousin.

He ruined my life, my innocence and it is still painful. So much!

He is my cousin.

He threatened me, dragged me and would do it again. Sometimes.

He is my cousin.

But he raped me, crashed my dreams and ruined me for life.

I wish he regretted what he did.

I wish I could turn back time and fight even more, even fight ‘till death.

I wish I was stronger and tougher.

I wish it never happened.

Oh! I wish. 

Rape is a crime. Doing it to your blood relative is a taboo. And what the rapist left to the victim were not just pain, embarrassment and dirt, he ruined his life. He scarred the victim for life that he couldn't move on easily because every other people's touch is a threat. Everything is a threat. Everything that makes the victim remember the experience it will definitely ruin him. Until now...