And No One Stopped Them | Part 13

Sometimes the Worst Predators Are Right Under Your Nose

…And they get away with bloody murder

Liberty Forrest, Author
10 min readOct 18, 2021

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We’d been in Calgary about a year when my uncle came to visit for a few days. He was married to Daddy’s sister and he was skin-crawly creepy. He looked at me in a way that made me want to cover myself up.

He had stayed with us in Regina when I was about five but I didn’t remember much about it and I think I was glad about that because of what happened this time.

It was morning. I was in my room, getting ready for school. My brother had already gone. My parents were at work. My uncle was in my brother’s bedroom where he had been sleeping during his visit with us. He came out into the hallway and saw me gathering up what I’d need for the day.

Crooking his finger at me, he said, “Come here. Do you want to play a game?”

Oh, goodie! Monopoly or Snakes and Ladders or maybe Checkers! I was so excited! We didn’t have many games but the few we had were kept in Paul’s room. He wouldn’t let me touch them unless he was hard up for something to do. Then he’d play with me but he always cheated.

“Which game?” I asked my uncle, eager and curious as I followed him inside. I had to leave for school soon but I could play for just a few minutes…

And for decades to come, I would be blissfully protected from remembering what happened next, except for the part where my uncle forced something inside me, inside a most private part of my little body. All I can specifically recall vividly is the searing, hot, ripping pain. Make it stop! Make it stop! You’re ripping me in two! Oh, God, what are you doing? I’m going to be sick!

It would remain like a snapshot, nothing before or after it, only that moment of violation, pain and terrible shock.

He left on that same day, driving back to British Columbia where he lived. I told my parents about it later but they did nothing. Nothing to stand up for me. They left him free to do this to other little girls, too.

And no one stopped him.

No one ever spoke of this incident again for many long years. Until I was well into…

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Liberty Forrest, Author

Award-Winning Author. Creator of “Witchy” cartoon. Spiritual Arts Mentor. Discover who you are, why you’re here, and how to follow that path. libertyforrest.com