Choices. They say there is always a choice. Two paths or more that can be taken at any time. But what they don't tell you is how hidden the other might be or how terrifying it is to take it.
Every time I made a choice to stay over Katie's, I knew what was likely to happen. But I also knew what might happen if I didn't go.
Would I lose my only friend? Would they all go after her instead? Would they find me? Would they demand I come anyway?
Yes, I may have made the choice to go, but any other option seemed so far from reach.
Some nights were normal. Just two young girls eating junk food, goofing around, and sneakily watching PG13 movies they knew they weren't supposed to.
Some nights were not. Two girls, uncomfortably held in the living room. Forced to watch porn, while being felt up and degraded.
There were nights that I fought back. Nights that I just submitted. There was a night he told me to touch him, and I panicked. Luckily, his mom came home before it went any further.
There were nights that we were told to drink and roll dice to see who would touch us next and where. There were nights we passed out drunk, not entirely sure what happened at all.
Choices. Yes, there were choices I could have made. I just didn't know where to look, and after going so long trying to uncover hidden choices masked behind darkness...I stopped looking.
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