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"I hid my brothers from you because they got affected by all that happened even more than me" William whispered against my neck.
I understood that. I knew why he hid them. In his own way, William was only protecting me.
But it still hurts a bit, that he didn't trust me enough to not judge him for something he did purely ro save his little brother. By hiding his brothers, he just wanted to hide his secret.
He had to change his name even after he served his sentence for something as simple as a self defense. But alleged rapists become idols among masses.
The world just wanted perfect victims.
Victims, who die at the hands of their tormentor are perfect but the once who fought back or spoke out were punished by society in the worst possible ways.
William could entrust me with anything but he didn't and it hurt. But it wasn't my place to decide who he should be sharing his trauma with. Who knows what the 12 year old William went through at the hands of those fucking pests?
I hoped they were burning in the pits of fire in hell.
I've read the official reports on Hamburg murder case, I knew what kind of monsters his parents were but the world around him still gaslighted him into believing he did something horrible by saving his brother's life.
Moreover, it was a mistake. What were the jury members thinking before they sent a 12 yr old child (suffering from such atrocities) to the jail for a mistake?
Even if it wasn't a mistake, even if the murders were intentional, he still paid for his crimes. I would never ever hold that over his head.
William has never even raised his voice at me. He was always so mindful of my needs. Even during sex, he has always respected my boundaries, he would immediately drop everything if I said my safe word.
He would massage my shoulders and even my feet when I was tired. He cooked food for me, watched chick flicks with me even though I knew he did not care for them. He secretly mixed beetroots in every food just because I had slight iron deficiency in my reports sixteen months ago.
He learned my mother tongue for me. He tolerated my stuffy and toxic family gatherings FOR ME.
HE DID EVERYTHING SO RIGHT.
And yet, here I was getting all flighty on the first sign of trouble.
William was not aggressive by nature, he was stern, strict and moody but never aggressive. Even when he got upset ,he would just sit alone and sulk, not fight or argue.
