I remember,

when I was a child, my dad gave me a dollar for my birthday after coming back late from work. I want to buy sweets with it, but he told me to go to bed. I waited until everyone was asleep, then I left the house and used one my dad's shoes as a door stopper... It was midnight, I went to this isolated little grocery store... it looked like a sick firefly on a puddle of mud... I came inside and asked the old man where can I find the candy... he took me to back of the store and raped me with his brother...I was terrified, as I didn't understand the concept of intercourse...let alone rape...but what's stranger...I was more terrified to tell my dad what happened..