1988
In 1988 I was 9 years old, my brother 6, there was a man named Oscar who assured my mother he could get me and my brother to my aunt and uncles house in Dallas TX. He took us to Mexico City where we ended up staying with him from June of ’88 until August of 1989. On the 16th of August, Oscar was shot and killed and it was the best thing that could have happened for my brother and I. And in 1992 my brother and I finally got to America. Very few people know this but the entire time I spent with Oscar was a nightmare. My brother and I were his captives and had he not been killed I don’t know what would ever have happened to us. He beat both of us many times and I was forced to sexually satisfy him by performing oral sex and jerking him off. He denied me getting dressed forcing me naked for days at a time. He had other men pay him to have me give them hand jobs, oral sex and abuse me. I’m 41 now and can only imagine what some of those young immigrant girls go through trying to get to America. I never forgave my mother for turning us over to Oscar.
