On my 10th Birthday my dad died. I faced a lot of confusion in my life at that point, on one hand I hated my dad: he was a sick, twisted man who did terrible things to me. On the other, I didn't know would would happen next. That 10th Birthday was more then me turning 10, it was the mark of a new period of time for me.

It was also me receiving a new guardian, my (half-)brother. He was 19, days away from turning 20, at the time he adopted me. I thought I would be safe with him, I thought after the things I had gone through as a child would be over.

I was wrong. He beat me, he raped me, sometimes he'd call his friend over and they'd both do it. I was 10, 11, and 12. I knew what he was doing was wrong, but I couldn't tell anyone, I kept it locked inside until I was 19, until now.

All these years later he is finally paying for what he has done, he is finally in jail. The court date is coming up, he knows he has to plead guilty: I have video evidence of him doing it.

He even says he's not sorry, he says he's glad he did it to me: he says no matter how much time he spends in jail I can not take away the pleasure he got from doing such things to me, and that he is glad he has caused me so much damage. It makes me sick to my stomach that he has no remorse, and that he was a doctor, and that child services trusted him with me and his son.

But he will be in jail now and he can't hurt anyone else. With he court date coming up I get nightmares... but it is all for the best.