Liliana

converted into his music room.

So T and I shared a bedroom.

We had a bunk bed.

It was awesome.

Love a bunk bed.

And then M had her own room.

It was that way for like a whole year.

And Austin started, like, he would come into the room

and climb into bed with me and like if I was on the bottom bunk I mean grown man not climbing up on the top bunk but you know he would crawl into bed with me and spoon with me and it would wake me up and then my heart would start pounding pounding pounding and he could feel it like because his hands were on my chest all the time my non-existent chest I'm 11 like and he would feel my heart pounding

and he he liked it like he liked when I got scared he would tell me like you know oh your heart's beating so fast it's because I'm here like you you love it don't you and I'm just like he thought it was more like I'm excited I'm like no I'm fucking scared like you're being weird again in my brain I was just like I have to protect my siblings so I made him come out of her room I was like sorry girl we're all three of us are gonna cram up in this top bunk so that he can't reach us

And it was so like uncomfortable because to get us all to fit, we all had to basically like sleep with our knees up against our chest basically and lay kind of sideways.

And I thought if he can't reach us up here, then maybe he won't do anything.

But I think instead I just provided a perfect face level of all of our genitalia right there.

So I was woken up with him just like moving my underwear to the side and just doing whatever he wanted and just waking me up.

And there was a day where he did that.

And I don't even know, I like used my hand, pushed him away.

Like, again, I never did that.

I always just laid there and took it for the most part.

But I was just, I don't know what I felt that day, but I was just like, get off me, bro.

And I pretended to be asleep while I did it, just like a quick, you know, swat away.