No one would believe it, anyway...

Bad drunk parents. Broken home. Eventually there was a divorce. Some loving helpful adults tried to save the boy. But that pain is mundane compared to the maze of horror and confusion. Remembering another boy. Sometimes good. Sometimes bad. Always around. Sometimes with violent intent. So many other children with violent intent. But that is not the maze. That other boy. Mr Always Around. AA for short. He had an older sister. Teenage girl. Normal. Average. Athletic. Took the boy. Not her brother. The main boy. To a room. Alone. It did not feel right. Stomach fear. She said she didn't want to make him. Said he should have liked it. All he said was no. Tried to fight her. Hands around his neck. Blackness. Woke up naked. Not alone. She was she was she was on top of him. He didn't want it. Didn't understand. She said he was horrible things if he didn't want it. The boy said no. Said stop. Said please. It wasn't the last time.