The little things that doesn't count

I was so young to understand that there was nothing normal about it
He was like a father to and i didnt see it as a bad thing
He would call me close and ask me to sit on his laps which i found not cool but he would say its nothing so i should just sit
I would sit and we would get talking and laughing and he would use his hands to rub my breasts and i would try using my body to push his hands away or try to stand from his laps but his grip was so strong
This kept on going and i started avoiding him even though we were staying in the same house
I think i noticed i did avoid him because he started coming into our room whenever i was the only one in (trust i was mostly the only one home most of the time)
Claiming he wants to see if our room is clean and all rubbish
I couldn't tell the wife because she obviously won't believe me
I kept it all to myself until the day i left that house...