This, was what I’d been to you, your “special” friend since I was growing up. You’d come home, late at night, come, into my bedroom, and, whispered your assortment of secrets, into my young ears…
Being your “special” friend, well, I guess, that there are, perks, for those secrets you’d, poured into me kept us bound to one another, and, because you needed me to keep silent, I’d started, using that to blackmail you into getting you to do what I want you to do, buy me what I wanted.
and this, is how SERIOUS it is…
Being your “special” friend, why, couldn’t you just get mama to play the part? Oh, because mama will totally FREAK out when she sees and hear what you’re doing, to your “special” friend, and because I was way too young, and needed your love to survive, I’d become, the victim of your sexual fantasies.
Being your “special” friend, you’d always told me, just how special I am to you, throughout my childhood, I’d relied on this sort of love (but it actually, wasn’t love at all!!!), that you’d given me, to make me feel so very special, to feel wanted, and desired, and loved………
Being your “special” friend, I will NO longer have it anymore, I’m old enough to know better, and, I’m, putting an end, to ALL of this abuse from you!