I was on my side when i realized that he had kicked me in my face. Xxnx I started crying hysterically(through my abuse I had picked up some pretty bad habits to help me cope and one of them was a fear of germs- I literally thought I would die if his filthy stinking urine entered my mouth). But that’s as close as I had ever gotten. He told me that he thought i was beautiful and really enjoyed watching cartoons with me, that we should do it more often. It quickly ended any possibility of me having a functional relationship with any other children. He finally laughed at my awkwardness and pulled me over by my hips next to him our thighs touching.
