Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Many tears were shead through the next few days while we stayed with my aunt. We didn't want to go back to the house with the news crew there. My mom kept on telling me how sorry she was. I believed her I just felt like if maybe I had told her earlier that I was haveing these situations she wouldn't have to find out the hard way, that way. Now all my friends knew, all my teachers knew, all of our neighbors knew. It felt so embarassing like it was a secret that got out, which it was. A secret I wanted to tell, a secret I wanted people to know. I just wish I had the guts to just say it and not show it.

I enjoyed that week knowing he wasn't going to hurt me anymore. I loved knowing that I wouldn't have to see him with my mother anymore acting like there wasn't something that we had to both hide from her.

She decided I we needed to see a therapist, espically me. I got into the car and watch the clouds and made guesses of what they were. When we arrived to the building I saw a lady standing outside.

We got out and my mother said hello to the woman and had us walk into her small office in the big office building.

She was a heavier woman and had a short bob of hair that was black. She was wearing a dark brown shirt that had a stain on it and a a pair of black pants that barely fit her around the waist. She was wearing a pair of black "mary janes" and was asking my mother many "backround" questions.

She asked me to share my story, every bit of it, and why I didn't share out earlier. I did as she asked and told her everything, it felt like I talked for hours, my mother talked about how worried and scared she is about how she was married to a man who would and did this to me. She cried and cried, and I joined in too.

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