🎵His Song🎵

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I sat down in the car next to my uncle hesitantly. Although he was a seat away and in handcuffs I was still terrified. Why would they put my in the same cop car as him? The cop in the passenger seat was asking me questions about what had happened.
"What's your name?"
Yoonbum
"Do you have any cuts or bruises?"
Yes
"Has this been happening for a while?"
Yes

It seemed never ending. My uncle was staring at me with a smirk. Suddenly he took his handcuffed hands and started feeling my arm. He then moved down to my waist and stroked my dick through my pants. I moved away banging my arm on the door. The cop pulled over as soon as he saw what was happening. He got out of the car, went to his door and pulled my uncle out and onto the ground. I placed my hands on my lap covering my erection as the cop in the passengers seat started trying to calm me.

"You're okay we are transferring him to another car." "He can't hurt you anymore." "We will make sure this will never happen to you again."

We pulled up to the police station where they decided to send me to the hospital because of how underweight I was. They weighed me and the scale said 87 pounds they then stripped me of my clothes and took pictures of my naked body to prove to the police that I had scratches and bruises from my uncle. They wrapped my wrists in gauze and put me in a hospital gown. I laid down in my hospital bed with a plastic tube in my upper arm with some liquid flowing through it.

A week later my grandma visited me in the hospital.

"You know he is locked up now there is no need to worry."
"Why are you being so silent? You can talk to me."
"Hey I'm your grandma show me some respect and talk to me."

I laid there on my side, my back facing her. I was still mad at her for not calling the police on my uncle when it all started. And it wasn't her who called the police this time either. One of my uncle's friends had seen the bruises on my arms and neck. While my uncle was gone he had called the cops. I was scared that my uncle would come back before the police but he didn't. And now here I am on a hospital bed going back "home" tomorrow. What if my uncle is there when I open that door tomorrow. What if he does once again what he had done to me before. I needed to get a job and find a new home so I didn't have to come back to that place every single day. The hospital set me up for an abuse support group.

"There will be other people there who have gone through similar things." They said.

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"This is a group where you can share what has happened to you without being judged." A woman said, sitting down on a rotating stool in the middle of or group circle.

I was eyeing a man who was sitting two seats away from me in the circle. He had brown eyes and short blonde hair with black buzzed sides. He was tall and handsome. Plus, he was jacked. As I was staring at him he looked back at me and I quickly looked away.

   "Hi my name is Sangwoo." He said standing up. "I am a singer and I was abused by my father"

   "Hi Sangwoo" the whole group said in sync. All except for me. I was out of words.

When it was my turn to share he looked at me again and I couldn't concentrate. At this point everyone was looking at me.

"Go ahead don't be afraid." The women in the middle said. After another minute of me mumbling the next person stood up and started sharing instead. I sat back down and waited til it ended. Once it ended I walked to the bus stop and got on a bus taking me to a city near my house. When I got off and started walking I felt a hand on my shoulder and stopped in my tracks.