𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫,𝐲𝐨𝐮//𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝓫𝓮𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼

I stayed in the hospital for a few more days because my blood pressure was very low and my stomach was almost empty.

On Thursday, my mother came to pick me up by car.

"Nancy, when we get home, promise me you'll at least try to talk to your dad."

I didn't answer her. I was just looking at the road through the window.

"Look, we're a family, and we've been through everything together; this is just a small problem we have to deal with."

"Small problem, mom? It's my life;; I don't know why you have to worry about it. I can solve my own problems."

"It doesn't look like it, Nancy......"

"So you're on my father's side now? I thought you cared about me."

Mom looked at me. Even though I knew she only wanted to help me, I was angry with her. I was angry with everyone.

"No, I'm not on either side. I just want to find the best and safest solution for you."

I didn't speak to her the rest of the way home. When we got home, dad was sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Hi Nancy, I'm glad you're feeling better now."

"Yeah... sure"

Mom sat next to dad on the couch and looked at dad,dad, who had just cleared his throat before this lecture started.

"Nancy, me and your mom understand that what happened must have been very confusing for you. A friendship with a girl your age that ends has sexually assulted you."

I looked at him, confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"I understand that you went through a difficult time because of her, but......"

"Because of her? Really? Quite the opposite, father. Because of you, my life is shit."

"Watch your mouth, young lady.. Who taught you to talk like that? That sick girl? You got that behavior from her?"

"Don't talk about her like that. It's not her fault. It's all because of you. I don't like myself just because of you, dad. It's all your fault."

I broke down. Absolutely.

My mother wanted to run to me and hug me, but my father's hand stopped her.

Father took out a small leaflet from his pocket and threw it on the ground at my feet.

"This is one of the main confessions:: denial."

I looked at the leaflet lying at my feet.

"What is it?it?"

"My friend works for a company that deals with this kind of thing."

"Therapy?" I said as I bent down to pick up the flyer he threw at me.

"Yes, Nancy, you'll get well again."

"You can't be serious."

"Nancy, it's only for your own good."

"Did you know about this?"

I turned to my mother with tears in my eyes.

She just bowed her head without saying a word.

"I trusted you, mom..."
I screamed and ran into the room.

"I advise you to pack; I will take you there tomorrow."

My father shouted at me, but I had already locked myself in the room.

I can't stay here; I can't.