JUST FORGET IT...

Watching my mum as she chatted away, the TV noise blaring, all I could really hear were my own thoughts.

I desperately wanted to tell her the truth.

But, every time I opened my mouth to speak, I couldn’t find the words to explain.

Those crucial words that I didn’t dare say; ‘I’m being abused.’

I was just 10, and it had been going for months.

The man was close with my mum, and my family trusted him.

Visiting our home, he’d sneak upstairs and into my room.