Polaroids

11|Disgust

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Disgust

The only word that could explain my feelings towards Damien Anderson.

That night all I remember was a bang on the door followed by some sort of argument, and the flashing of blue and red lights outside my bedroom window.

Damien was sentenced to four years in state prison. Although there was no penetration, he did sexually assaulted a minor under the influence.

I could feel my nails dig into the skin of my palms inside my balled fists, and the bile rise in my throat. Four years ago I would be afraid- no, too ashamed to see his face again, but as the days went by as I anxiously awaited the day he'd be released, it turned from fear and shame, to anger and disgust.

"Don't just stand there, aren't you going to welcome your brother back home?" Patricia says with an excited smile. I look at her angrily.

"Go on" she says gesturing for me to come closer. I raise a hand up stopping her.

"What is this?" I ask. She raises a brow and laughs. "What is what?" She replies.

"What is this phedophile doing in my house?" I ask sternly.

"My son is not a phedophile" she replies equally stern and i laugh in amazement at this woman.

"Really? He assaulted me" I reply and she rolls her eyes annoyed.

"Don't Tell me your still not over it"

"I was just a child!" I yell feeling tears threatening to escape my eyes.

"It was four years ago"

"He drugged me with alcohol!"

"You were already an addict Katherine, that wasn't his fault was it? Now we tried to warn you to quit but you didn't" she says and I get angrier by every word.

"Seriously Patricia? Use my problem against me?" I reply laughing bitterly.

"Ofcourse not, look all I'm saying is that bad deeds have bad consequences, and maybe God was just trying to punish you for your sins" she says looking down at me. I look to see staring at me with his cold blue eyes and his arms crossed.

"I- i can't believe you so you think your son did nothing wrong?"

She shrugs.

"Well, I don't want a rapist living with me" I say

"You mind your ton-"

"Mom" I cringe at his familiar voice "it's okay, I understand why she's mad at me"

Mad is an understatement.

"But don't worry, we'll barely run into each other, kathy"

I feel the aching feeling to scream everything I felt and throw any item I could get a hold of at his face, but I held back, no amount of words would undo the damage that he already did.

"Fine, we better not" I reply walking past him and going into my room, shutting the door with a bang.

Once inside I lay my head on the wooden door frame, throwing my bag on the bed. I run my hand through my hair feeling a developing headache at the back of my head. I turn around and turn on the lights, my eyes land on the bed where my innocence was almost taken away from me.

I close my eyes trying to erase the memories, when I feel a familiar feeling in my throat.

"Oh no-"

I burst the bathroom door open letting the hot fluid spew into the toilet bowl. I clean my mouth feeling disgusted again, then more and more vomit followed.