Hailey's Story--She Was an Eleven-Year-Old Child. He Was Soham Murderer Ian Huntley. This is the Story of How She Survived by Hailey Giblin
Authors: Hailey Giblin
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an eye for an eye as far as my dadâs actions were concerned. It wasnât until the following day that I was able to reveal the damage he had caused to me by showing her the purple, telltale welts that were the legacy of his fury.
With a rumbling rage that was barely hidden beneath her apparent calmness, Mum ordered me, âGo upstairs.â The next thing I knew, World War III had broken out.What did Dad expect? I seem to recall there was an apology from him when I came downstairs later on, but I am not totally sure about this, as it is the attack that remains in my mind more than what followed. I do remember my dad looking sheepish after having had the wrath of Mum inflicted upon him.
When she came home, she had picked up on the fact that something had gone on, because there was an atmosphere in the house. I was still upstairs in my bedroom, and the boys were still in theirs. To Mum, I was conspicuous by my absence, so she came upstairs and got out of me what had happened, and that is when it exploded into all hell.
After the carry-on with the slipper, I soon managed to bounce back the Hailey way and set about living the life of a normal little girl. I had experienced the humiliating pain of a punishment slippering for the first time.
But, with anything to do with sex, I was as innocent as a newborn baby. So, when a boy I knew tried to get me to perform a sexual act on him when I was eight years old, it was alien to me. The sex act he tried to coax me into involved him exposing his penis to me.
It all started when he was at my house and my mum was out at work. That day, we were playing hide and seek. The boysâ bedrooms had bunk beds and I was hiding underneath one of these, not on the bottom bunk. I was lying on my front and he was on the bunkabove me. Then I poked my head out and he got off the bed and knelt down beside me.
That was when he exposed his penis to me. He was about 13 or 14 at the time. I canât recall if his penis was flaccid or erect. I do know, though, that I was shocked and bewildered. But what was to follow was even more shocking and incomprehensible.
âJust put this in your mouth,â he said in a matter- of-fact tone, as if he was offering me a sweet.
âWhat!â I cried in alarm at the idea of this unnatural act. All I knew about the penis was that it was dirty because boys had a wee from it.
He repeatedly said, âJust do it, it wonât hurt.â
I kept saying, âNo. No, I donât want to.â
I was still underneath the bunk bed, lying on my front, and he was still kneeling with his penis exposed, just inches from my face. He kept alternately sweet-talking and badgering me to suck it. His pestering of me continued for about ten minutes.
Then he said something along the lines of âItâll taste fine, because Iâll put toothpaste on it.â
In fact, he wanted me to put the toothpaste on his penis. Being an eight-year-old girl, I didnât know the meaning of it all. I just knew it wasnât right. I wasnât even aware that this was a sexual situation. Eventually, he said he would apply the toothpaste himself and he went and got it, obviously believing that this was the only way he could get me to suck his penis.
The next thing I knew, he had the toothpaste tube in his hand and he had started to coat his penis with it. Obviously, either heâd done it before or his warped mind had worked out that little girls would prefer to suck a penis that tasted of toothpaste.
As he rubbed it in, he extolled the virtues of his toothpaste-coated penis. âIt will taste fine,â he tried to reassure me.
I was still verbally resisting his pleas as I lay on my stomach with my head sticking out, but, although I was a little vulnerable, he didnât get hold of me physically.
At the time I didnât know what masturbation was, but he was masturbating in front of me while continually asking me to suck his penis. He wasnât
With a rumbling rage that was barely hidden beneath her apparent calmness, Mum ordered me, âGo upstairs.â The next thing I knew, World War III had broken out.What did Dad expect? I seem to recall there was an apology from him when I came downstairs later on, but I am not totally sure about this, as it is the attack that remains in my mind more than what followed. I do remember my dad looking sheepish after having had the wrath of Mum inflicted upon him.
When she came home, she had picked up on the fact that something had gone on, because there was an atmosphere in the house. I was still upstairs in my bedroom, and the boys were still in theirs. To Mum, I was conspicuous by my absence, so she came upstairs and got out of me what had happened, and that is when it exploded into all hell.
After the carry-on with the slipper, I soon managed to bounce back the Hailey way and set about living the life of a normal little girl. I had experienced the humiliating pain of a punishment slippering for the first time.
But, with anything to do with sex, I was as innocent as a newborn baby. So, when a boy I knew tried to get me to perform a sexual act on him when I was eight years old, it was alien to me. The sex act he tried to coax me into involved him exposing his penis to me.
It all started when he was at my house and my mum was out at work. That day, we were playing hide and seek. The boysâ bedrooms had bunk beds and I was hiding underneath one of these, not on the bottom bunk. I was lying on my front and he was on the bunkabove me. Then I poked my head out and he got off the bed and knelt down beside me.
That was when he exposed his penis to me. He was about 13 or 14 at the time. I canât recall if his penis was flaccid or erect. I do know, though, that I was shocked and bewildered. But what was to follow was even more shocking and incomprehensible.
âJust put this in your mouth,â he said in a matter- of-fact tone, as if he was offering me a sweet.
âWhat!â I cried in alarm at the idea of this unnatural act. All I knew about the penis was that it was dirty because boys had a wee from it.
He repeatedly said, âJust do it, it wonât hurt.â
I kept saying, âNo. No, I donât want to.â
I was still underneath the bunk bed, lying on my front, and he was still kneeling with his penis exposed, just inches from my face. He kept alternately sweet-talking and badgering me to suck it. His pestering of me continued for about ten minutes.
Then he said something along the lines of âItâll taste fine, because Iâll put toothpaste on it.â
In fact, he wanted me to put the toothpaste on his penis. Being an eight-year-old girl, I didnât know the meaning of it all. I just knew it wasnât right. I wasnât even aware that this was a sexual situation. Eventually, he said he would apply the toothpaste himself and he went and got it, obviously believing that this was the only way he could get me to suck his penis.
The next thing I knew, he had the toothpaste tube in his hand and he had started to coat his penis with it. Obviously, either heâd done it before or his warped mind had worked out that little girls would prefer to suck a penis that tasted of toothpaste.
As he rubbed it in, he extolled the virtues of his toothpaste-coated penis. âIt will taste fine,â he tried to reassure me.
I was still verbally resisting his pleas as I lay on my stomach with my head sticking out, but, although I was a little vulnerable, he didnât get hold of me physically.
At the time I didnât know what masturbation was, but he was masturbating in front of me while continually asking me to suck his penis. He wasnât
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