i thought it was alright to take the money he gave me when i needed it cause i'm poor and i didnt havbe to do anthing at all for it. i thought he was helping me out. he's an old well cant say man, that implies a real man, but he's not good enough to be called a man, my family got sick of drivin me atrround so they always say he can take me. just call him. well i known him since i was twenty six or so. i used to be scared of him, but when i met him i was just doin errands for himdidnt spend time with him, then he didnt care if i went on the errands or not he just started givin me cash for nothin. i thought finally i can afford a pair of shoes when i need em or i can get all the laundry done. but deep down inside i knew there was somethin off about him and i started to despise him and he started goin to my family christymases and easter and camp. and finally when he had torchereded my mind so much with lies about his life, bazzar things he mighta done coulda done to done but someone else was doin it to and they said if you want to you can do it too, the subject he was talkin about was the incedent he had lies half lies half braggin in my pressence not arrounds my mom though no to her he ewas more careful the subject he kerpt bringing up was the molestation of his niece, he was in his twenties gave money to his sister lived near or with her, my mom and her husband gotr the first half confession i wasnt there, i have grown to hate him over these things. when i drive his car he doesnt gewt appologetic he brags, he stares at four five year old little girls makes no difference volor of there hair, i yell at him in the car stopp starring at those girls there practically babies. look at the hot women women bill. so this has gone on for years i need the extra cash he needs to torcher me and he cant drive good so he gets to go places cause he lets me drive anywhere i want, all these years and i am so fuckin done with the evil old [pervert. i dont care if my clothes stink theres no food in the house cause his fuckin dirty money i am done with it. i'm not God i cant rain gods judgement on him, his mom is still alive she protectsa him my mom protectsa him, no one who knows what i know will listen tyo me repeat the shit he says to me, like the time i told him not to look at those twins its evil bill look the other way, he turned his head slant and looked at me from tyhe corner of his eye and said i look at them all i want when no one is with me and i'm alone. thing is people think somethings wrong wih him cause he talks funny and he's not too bright w everything. but i drove his car w him in itr for so long i know he is very clever and he can rationalize and plan he even told me a story about how he tried to kill his dad and hadf it planned, the detyails sickning like the confessions and bragging of his child rapist fantasies. well he told me yesyterday his niece is dead, he was overjoyed like it got him off the hook i blew up at him if your not lying about this you should care she was a good woman she forgave you when the world wouldnt and she left children behind, all yiou care about is yourself and i am so fuckin sick of you your a pervert a liar a sick bastard and a trouble maker and my mother says you play games with my head, he says sorry i still want to see the beach i said i9'nm goin home i'm done i dobnt want to see you agAIN AND I DONT WAMNT TO HEAR YOUR VOICE AND I'M GOIN HOME To forget about you, see bill has blood clots he recently almost died of them, we werte all so sorry for him, but this story of his niece if true is just bill thinkin he's off the hook. well i told him if she did die what your happy cause you think you paiud for it, he says no im mad cause she never came to see me no one ddoes. i9 said yelled lo9ud if you were my uncle and you ruined my life by touchin me as a little girl i would want to see the bastard even if i did forgive him, and i said tyour as fuckin pervert. i get home and i say to myself next t9ime someone tells me i can drtive biulls car i am fuckin tellin em fuck you, and thewn hanging up the phone i asked my family to help me but there helpin everyone else and payin for my wedding so me and my fiance dont have to go to the justice of the peace and its a bad economy and noo one has for thier own families let alone me. so why all those years i still took his hand outs? look if trhis werbsites run by cops i dont give a shit i'm getting my peace back even if i have to wear stinky clothes and be marroned out her in the boonies, i dont care i'd rather starve than take the bastards handout that keeps up this unevenl yoked hate pity relationship. one day he says i could give you a hundred bucks you wouldnt go up to my house i yelled at him i'm not a fuckin whore bill and i dont belong to you im goin home. but i wawlays went back because the little he gave me money wise made it aliitle easier to not be ashamed for nbieng dso poor. well since he started bragging to me about his niece is dead now and bieng happy about it, well since then i'm home now angry, look over time i knew more and more the evi9l asbout this old fart. but i figured takin his handout wewrent bad cause i wasnt doin nothin and he is a bad person, well this is the lasst styrw braggin about that poor woman dying leavin kids behind if that is true he says she died of ablood clot to the heart, same shit he's learnin to live with, he got them himself. she's yoiunge w kids, it could be another one of his pathalogical lies. this is it i cant bear him braggin lying lookin at liitle girls as i drive past school zones w croossin gards, if his niece is dead i thank her for goin to heaven and givin mer a way out, she musta cryed out too godf this hurts her heart god this woman was raped and forgave him, she probly of all things asskingod to get me out away from this dangewrous man. or she's alive and thats not better or worse same evil for bill to lieabout it, he recently lrearn no statute of limitations on his crime. so shew might notr be dead. but by god or by my own death i am free. i am never goin no where not listenin anymore i dont want the bloody dirty money it was ok bewforte cause he deserved it, to give me cash when i dont lo0ve him, but i cant be coniueally finding mysylf hating him, iineed to be free, i hate evil hatred. he hates me, he just likes to mess w my head and get me mad. and he enjoys hurtin my heart. hew isnt sorry he just all his life been avoiding the consequess and that is a bloodclot away from hell and i dont want his evil heart hurtin and triggerin mine even if he does desevre to lose out on some money here and there, i had worked it out down to dunkins and cigs. i dont want nothin and my family dont care so i didnt have anyone to tell this to, that i am never callin him or drivin his car or takin money for laundry or razors or even dunkin donuts. let him go be evil by himserlf, and let him be as reaveilng ads he is to me ads transparent to my mom evry time she cleans for him or takes him out. i am done with my family and done with the dirty bastatdrd and the dirty money amnd im stilll sick to my stomach and crying inside and fallin appart, but i refuse to pay attetion to someobne who is gratefull the one he hurt is dead cause he thinks he is scott free now, i hate him, he's evil, i am not lisytening anymore. i hope his next blood clot gets him, but then i want to let me be be and hope i can forgive him somehow only igf i never seee his ugly toothltess facxe again. i want to go to hewaven someday not be destroyed by hate. told him off, told him what he is and that jesus paid for it not him and that he's not off the hook cause if dshe did die, she's in heaven and in position to tell god to either forgive you or put you in hell and i would want her on my side, as well as swearin g at him too. no one will listen to me, he's not my rapist, he's protected by his mom and mine even though they know his guilt trhey think poor bill, he has no one, justice arranged that. or bill needs to know about jesus. well hew tells me he hatyes christianity and the music and he loves to torment me. and only when he thought i wouldnt be his friend did he tell my mom the whole confeesssion. but he isnt my friend. he's evil i'm troubled. so i'll keep my troubles and never sperak to him again and the next person who tells me to get a ride from bill . i'm sayin fuck you in what ever not so insulting way i can immagine I AM HANGIN UP THE GOD DMNED PHONE. i'd rather styarve have nhairy legs and die trhan go near him again. thetre someone heard me. GId knew but now someone knows i nevewr sold my body but by OGd for his nieces sake i will not se4ll my soul. good bye hell bound braggard of evil things. good byew foirget me i am forgetting you asof this last key to pressd. period.