A Secret No More

You know the day it came out that my uncle was sexually abusing me didn't go quite the way I thought it would go. It happened one Saturday, my dad had taken us kids to my aunts house to help her move. Everything was going great til my uncle got there. I immediately knew he would corner me somehow, I just didn't know how at the time. I just carried on trying not to be so scared after all everyone was there. Let me tell you, a child predator will go to any lengths to get to a child, and that's what I was a child of about nine or ten years old.
I was helping by taking boxes of stuff to the truck, and my uncle was taking the boxes and stacking them on the truck, so when he took my box he grab one end of the box with one hand and copped a fill of what ever tiny little breast I had with the other hand as he grabbed the other end of the box. I immediately stiffened up and my hole demeanor changed, so much so that my older sister could see that something was wrong. She asked me what was wrong, and I finally broke down and told her what my uncle had done to me, she really didn't say anything to me, but I clearly remember this. When it was time to take a load of stuff to my aunts new house my uncle said to me why don't you ride next to me in the back of the truck it will be fun, just then my sister said shes going to ride in front with my dad. I was so relieved, and so happy that I didn't have to sit with him because I knew what would of happened to me had I sat in the back, the only sad thing about that and even a greater crime was that he got my younger sister to sit in the back with him.
I know my sister told my dad what happened to me because that night after dinner my dad asked me to show him how exactly my uncle had grabbed me. I had to do to my dad what my uncle had done to me. Then my dad told me he asked my uncle if he had done that, and of course he said absolutely not, that IF he touched me it was a complete accident, and that he never meant to touch me in any way. Nothing happened to my uncle, there was no big fight, my dad didn't go off on him, he didn't hit him, he didn't get banned from our house,he didn't even tell him to stay away from his girls.
What did happen is that my dad assured me that he didn't mean to touch me, and that he was really sorry for the accidental touching. I don't care what he said I know what he did, because I knew what he had been doing to me all along, and trust me it was much more than a touch to my tiny breast. Although he never sexually abused me again after that day, the physical damage was over I now had to contend to my mental damage that he had also done to me. Trust me he didn't stop because he saw the evil in his ways, he stopped because he was found out. To this day I have told no one what my uncle did to me all those years.