My tourture

It was cold and dark about half past eight,
I had to get my brother in, he was very late.

I was all alone on this scary night,
I couldnt find my brother, he wasnt in sight.

No one was there, the road was dead,
Scary thoughts going through my head.

I heard footsteps behind me,
I thought it was my brother, i couldnt see.

I turned my head he must have ran,
because behind me, was a big old man.

My body shook, my face turned white,
I was scared it was such a fright.

He stroked my face but i pushed away,
Poor you he said, its not your lucky day.

He pushed me on the wall,
I tried to fight, he was big and tall.

His hands went from my face to my chest,
i really tried to fight, believe me i did my best

It was no use, his hands began to wonder,
Feeling so little down came the thunder.

I didn't want this i kept yelling stop,
Put then his hands began to creep up my top.

I couldn't take it, it was too sick,
I bit him, and i ran so quick.

I went home, but i never told,
for that man, on me still has a hold