“I tried to give myself to him, but he freaked out!” “What are you doing?” He asked me, yelling. I looked at him, confused. “I’m trying to please you,” I said, holding onto his pants. “Tamera get off of me!” He said, pushing me on the floor hard, I hit my head on the dresser. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t just take me I was 15 and I had just got my period. He grabbed my face. I thought he was going to kiss me, so I closed my eyes. “Tamera, look at me,” he said sadden. “You aren’t this,” he said, hugging me. “I’m sorry he took your childhood.”

He took off his shirt and told me to cover myself because I was in my bra and panties. His wife walked into the room at that moment with her suitcase. Before I could put on his shirt. His wife said, “I’m sorry,” his wife said. She said, “I know you are a good man,” “and I made a mistake.” She turned on the light

 And screamed once she saw us. Shirtless and half-naked, it didn’t look right. She left her uncle for real this time. He cried every night and started drinking and gaining weight. He gave up on living, but we helped each other out.

He taught me how to be a proper, respectable lady. He showed me how to play the instruments we sang together. He homeschooled me; he showed me how to cook and take care of myself. The love that I had for him burned deep I couldn’t shake it, I told her. He didn’t look at me like that no matter how much I wanted him to.

He avoided all physical contact with me. It was killing me; I loved him, and I wanted to marry him. He saved me from that nightmare. When I was scared, he was there. I knew what I wanted. The dudes tried to talk to me, but they were too young. I wanted a grown man. The younger boys didn’t know anything about life. He did even after his divorce, he was still successful.

He had a lovely house and money he bought me a car, and we were set. He took me everywhere he went, but people started to talk. Saying things like he was molesting me, and our relationship wasn’t like niece and uncle but more like a couple. All the rumors made him lose his job.  Then his cars, people vandalized his house.“Were you?” Valencia asked. “Were you sleeping with him?” She asked. He didn’t touch me until I turned 16, she said. He refused to touch me at all, but after he lost everything and ended up in that trailer, he gave up on his life; he is only 24, he said, defending him.

The only thing he did for months was drink; he didn’t even go outside. He would sit in his chair and point his gun at himself and talk about ending his life. I felt terrible. It was my fault I didn’t help the situation I wasn’t acting like the niece. The way I talked about him was like he was my lover.

Well on my 16^th birthday I made another move this time he didn’t stop me she said. After that, we did everything together. No matter how anybody felt in this state, 16 is grown. He used to be so sexy, but he has let himself go. Whatever a woman did… I did, she said. “Tamera you’re 16,” I screamed out! “Why didn't you tell?” I asked her. “It felt good” “In my mind in my body,” she screamed out. “It wasn’t the sex; it was love!” “I can't call it rape. I went along with it!” She screamed. “I love him; she cried.” Valencia held her face; she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “We make love” “I’m a woman all the way now!” She screamed, “He is such a good lover!”I stood there in horror after everything I just heard. She loved him... Can sex be that powerful, I thought to myself? “it shouldn't be that type of love.” “He is not my dad; he is my uncle through marriage,” she yelled out. * people have them in their family mines happened to be a daddy too close there are uncle’s too close brothers too close even grandpa too close cousin too close and so on be safe out there. Molestation doesn’t have to be committed by man male females are predators also

“Daddy used to hurt me uncle didn’t.”“I must be meant for this,” she said. I had already given ruby enough proof to turn in. I know she is doing what needs to be done. She won’t let them put her in foster care. I know she has it under control.

I just wanted to know Tamera's point of view. “You are not meant for this!” I yelled at her. “Uncle was the only one that didn't hurt me!” “He saved me why don’t you understand we are in love”. “No, he is a Damn pedophile,” I yelled. Tamera turned and smacked me and busted my lip “he wasn’t on top. I was” “he was innocent,” she said, storming out of the bathroom. I called ma and told her what happened! She told me she could not talk. I'm at the police station then she hung up. I knew what that meant; I was only a matter of time. When I walked back into the classroom, Tamera hugged me, “I’m so damn sorry,” she said, hugging me he is innocent she kept saying. I wasn't mad, but she was about to be. A couple of weeks later day ruby sent me pictures of him getting arrested. And I knew what was coming after that.