Hands Off! - Roger Day - Bog

Damien writes: It was on my birthday . . . when my uncle first touched me. A few weeks later he came into the unlocked bathroom and did his worst with me. When I heard he'd gone to prison for doing similar things to others, I blamed myself. At the same time I wanted to see him murdered for what he'd done to me. It seemed like I was a prisoner myself, trapped by my own guilt and hate.