Dance Through Trauma

April 17, 2022

Tonight was a disaster. I made a police report on Ovidio for child abuse. I kinda lied to everyone at home about the report because I told them that it was my brother Damian who told his therapist at school, who then sent someone to our place, but it was me who actually decided to call for help. I just couldn't hold in my anger towards this man. How can he get away so easily from his terrible actions? I want him to pay for his consequences. So, with lots of anxiety, I was in contact with someone on Facebook who is the mayor of a nearby city that I live in. He informed the police department near me about my situation, and informed me that they were waiting for my call. Before calling, I had to think about it. I was nervous, but I just wanted to do something to have this hell be over. When the officer came home, I acted like someone else had reported the child abuse, so I asked the officer to have me and my brother Damian step outside to speak in private. That was when I told the officer that there has been abuse occurring at this house for years including child abuse and domestic violence. I let the officer know about the most recent incident of child abuse, which was on December 3, 2021. It was when that evil man decided to hit Damian with a phone at his stomach, which left a huge mark that I fortunately took pictures and videos of. The officer then told me that he will report the abuse, and I had to go inside the house and lie that my brother's therapist had reported the abuse. Hours later, Ovidio checked his camera footage and went to my room with an angry tone because he saw in the footage that I showed the officer something on my phone. I told him that I showed evidence of child abuse, and all Ovidio did was play victim. He didn't have a single ounce of remorse in his eyes. From his face, you could clearly see that he has no remorse, guilt, nor empathy. He is a narcissistic, impulsive, aggressive, abusive, and compulsive-liar. I reminded him of all of his wrong-doings and all he told me was to leave the house once I had a job. How can he defend his disgusting self? I am beyond shocked by his behavior. He doesn't even care about what he did in the past, and proceeds to paint me as the bad guy with no bad things. My mom defended me tonight. After our argument, I went back to my room and here I am. Everyone's asleep now except mom because I see her active status on Facebook. I really want that man to pay for all he did to this family. Justice needs to happen. When will karma hit back at him? It's hard to accept that he can get away with his crimes. It's not fair that he's in the process of getting residency when he is a criminal that does not deserve to stay in the United States. He deserves to rot in his corrupted-country. I've tried not to care about him, but living in the same household as him makes me go crazy. My hate for this man is stronger than my love for my family, and I don't like it, but how can I get that under control living in this place? The good news is that we will move out soon. I am going to work soon as a school custodian. Once I have a stable income, my family and I can move out to a new apartment, but my mom is trying to know if we can move out even if I don't have the required pay stubs that prove the stability of my income. My mom might be able to keep her van even though the demon owns the car. There is a transportation program in town called OATS that helps take people to their jobs, so I hope that works out well for me too. I need us to leave this negative household, and live in peace. After I'm much more stronger physically and have a driver's license in the future, I will definitely become a police officer if I want to do more with my life, which I probably will at least 5 years from now when I find life very boring at some point. The day my family and I are free will seriously be one of the best days of my life.

- April 17, 2022