I was a constant target for a sicko (my father)

This is my first post on this sub, but the title says it all, this was a long time ago, (I'm 17 now) but I'll never forget. I was 8 years old, and was spending the summer with my paternal grandparents. I only saw my dad maybe once or twice that whole summer. During that time, I had the creepiest experiences I've ever had. It started with my grandpas farm hand, I'll call him Anton, he was a drunk, and he was very mean to me. I had literally just turned 8 when he tried to attack me when I went out to check on his chickens (he was supposed to be watching me) Luckily, I saw him sneaking up behind me and I shrieked so loudly that my grandpa came running and protected me. After that, I didn't see him for a few days, then one night, I woke up to the sound of the door creaking open and a drunk Anton in my doorway. Shaking and screeching, I ran to my bed and covered myself with my covers, praying that he would just leave me alone. Shaking, I begged my grandpa to please come and get me. He did, and made Anton leave. (I later found out that my dad paid him a hefty sum of money to "make sure I had a good time) A few days later, (my grandpa was out, doing errands, he left my cousin with me) I was out picking blackberries with my 12 year old cousin, and a white and blue striped car slowly crept past us on the country road I was on, and a man with a brown beard waved at me, I waved my hand at him as a greeting, hoping that he was just a friendly neighbor. My cousin noticed and asked if I knew him, I said I didn't. Less than 10 minutes later, I was picking berries and looked up to see the same man, walking towards me. I became terrified, I tried to run away, but he was too fast. He grabbed me and started pulling me to his car. I started shrieking, and my cousin immediately came to help me, she scratched his face and he let me go. He got into his car and drove away. We ran inside and locked all of the doors and windows, and my cousin called my grandpa to tell him what happened, when he came home, he immediately said he never saw the man before, and he must have been a kidnapper. A few days later, I was woken up in the middle of the night to a man in my room, dressed in a black hoodie, and brown pants, he was drinking out of a bottle, and he smelled like my father. I was better prepared this time, so I didn't scream, I just asked who he was, and he told me that he was my "friend from the other day" and that my father told him to come check on me. He sat on my bed, and I saw he was about to make a move, I turned the light on, and he bolted. "Anton, no!" I screamed, thankful that grandpa and my cousin heard me, my grandpa called the police, and when they searched his trailer, they found pictures of me and my cousin that were very inappropriate. I ran up to my room to get something to wear, and saw that he left his bottle, it was a brand that my dad always drank. I then saw my dad, and even though I didn't want to, he dragged me outside to talk to me. He tried to act shocked about the whole situation, but I was livid. "You told him to do it!" "I did no such thing! You have an over active imagination." I then told him about the pictures, and he became furious. "No, those were of me, he just photoshopped you in there. Your a very perceptive young girl." I didn't believe him. Just then, I saw another bearded man, who I didn't recognize, and he told my dad how much he liked the photo shoot, and he couldn't wait until he could get me alone. I ran inside and started crying, and I told my family that I never wanted to see my dad again. He grabbed me and tried to drag me out of the house, but my mom came, and she literally beat him up for trying to do that. I never stayed with him again, and I never saw or heard of Anton again, but I still can't forget those situations. The weird part of this whole situation was that I had let my dad into my room. My dad, let's call him Adolph, has always had a very creepy attitude towards me. When I was born, he insisted I be named after my grandma, who died a year before I was born. He changed his name to "Adolph", and even started drinking the same cheap whiskey that he was drinking, he even smoked the same brand cigarettes. He would also sometimes tell my mom "Maybe I should just leave you, I've seen some little girls that I'd much rather be with" I'm pretty sure this means he's a pedo, but the sick thing is that he already acted on it. Maybe he wanted to get caught, because one night, he tried to sneak into my room, but I knew he was coming, because I had been hearing the creaks in my floor for at least 15 minutes, I slowly got out of bed and crawled under it. I watched as he snuck into my room, and opened my window, he let someone in, and he crawled into my bed. A few minutes later, I heard someone giggling, and Adolph came out from under the covers. He saw me and looked absolutely terrified. "Go back to bed Annie." He said. I crawled back into bed, and he started talking to me, "You don't understand, I was just trying to spice up my marriage..." he went on and on, and I pretended to fall asleep. He started getting closer and closer, until I saw him taking off my pajamas, I shrieked and jumped out of bed and ran into my parents room, where I woke my mom up and told her what was happening, she immediately called the police, but "luckily" I was just dreaming. A week after that, he sent me flowers, asking me to "please forgive him" I didn't for a long time, but my mom convinced me that it would be better if I did, I forgave him, and after that, he constantly asked to spend time with me. I always told him no, but he would sometimes be waiting for me after school. He would always be drunk, and smell of the cheap whiskey he drank, and acted creepy. Luckily, he never attacked me, but I can never forget the creepy, sick feeling I felt when I saw him. I never want to see him again, and if I do, my worst fear is that he will pull me into his car and never let me go. My dad is very sick, and I don't want to ever see him again, he creeped me out my whole life, and I'll always dread the day that I see him again. Adolph, you are a sicko, and I never want to see you again.

I was a constant target for a sicko (my father)

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