The Boy Who Never Lived

My dad died when I was ten years old. I was befriended by a local vicar and his friend and for the next six years of life I was continually abused and raped by these two men. My childhood days didn't exist; in school I was bad tempered and the teachers branded me as thick, lazy and stupid, reinforced by continual slapping across my head and ears. My adult years continued the cycle; my behaviour influenced by the 'beast' that my abusers planted in me. This is the story of that 'beast' and my journey through life with it until I ultimately broke free and found peace.