Title: The fear I lived in
I flinched. "Hey, you alright?" Dein asked. My hearts keep beating and never goes slow. I'm terrified of his sudden touch. Oh, please send this guy away from me.
My friend, Bella, pull me away from his side. "Yes, my friend is alright," she forced a smile. As Dein, our schoolmate walks away, I whisper my gratitude to her.
Her hand around my arm is gentle and I don't feel bad about it. Maybe just because of him, I'm really sensitive around guys. Especially in terms of physical touch.
I will never forget the way his hands slapped me multiple times. The way his feet shove my stomach until I puked. The way his belt touch my thigh, the way he slammed my head against the wall. I will never forget it, and will never forgive him.
As I got this hallucination, anxiety, and eating disorder from him. I lost hope the moment my brother died because of his irresponsible. I stopped dreaming the time my mother went to a mental hospital. I stopped being a daughter in an instant as he almost got my virginity.
He is horrible. I was 8 years old and 14 years later, my father is still the only one I will be afraid of.
xoxomai
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Jeunesse
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