We politely stood by as it was executed. Hey, Jesus, we would say, mispronouncing it on purpose. My mom kneeled at the edge of my bed, while my dad stood in the doorway, refusing to make eye contact. The fact that I felt I had to actually pretend to enjoy the constant company of my own rapist— something that I hope no one ever has to experience. Never will I be able to unlearn the things I have learned about the human condition from these events. The fact that I was forced to tell my parents and that it just felt like another violation. It was obvious by his tone that this was a business call.
What do I do now?
The Night It Happened
The more voiceless I feel, the more I will share my story. I told him to stop. After kissing for a few minutes, he guided me to the bottom of the staircase that led up to the bedrooms. Archer was born in May of He was alive for now and that was his focal point. Every day I try to balance my desire to fight back and keep walking.