How To Be Human

No. 3: Forgiveness

14th February, 2019
No. 13 Fuck you lane.

Dear Dick,

Well this is bloody awkward.

First off, I really don't want to be writing this; my therapist said that this letter is essential if I want to release pent up feelings and all that crap.

Which really doesn't make any sense, what the bloody hell am I paying him for?

The truth is I just don't know what to say.

You hurt me, so much. There's never been a day when I haven't thought about what you did to me and broken down in tears.

I just can't understand; you were supposed to my dad you bloody wanker.

I was so excited when mom told me she was dating someone.
I thought I just might get a dad that actaully gave a shit about me.

Instead I got a sick bastard who eyed me like a piece of meat when he first met me.

As a 13 year old, I was as innocent as they come.
I didn't think much of when you licked your lips, or when my mom looked at you with a sceptical look on her face.

We had fun.
You took me to all the museums, taught me how to fish, baked cookies with me. But it was all in preparation for one night in my bed.

I didn't know what was going to happen when you came in to my room to 'tuck me in'. I didn't know what you planned to do when you rubbed your crotch with a smile on your face.

'Leo?' You whispered as your fingers trailed through my tight black curls.

I looked up at you with a grin on my eyes.
I adored you, I loved you.
You were supposed to be the dad who wouldn't leave, who wouldn't betray me.

'Yes?'

'I want to show you something.' You said with a soft smile.

'Uh, ok?' I murmered in confusion, sitting up on my bed, 'what is it?'

You laughed and sat on my bed.
Tracing soothing circles on my arm, you pushed me down and pinned my wrists above my head.

I wiggled and tried to get away but your grip was too tight. I was scared, I could only vaguely remember stories of rape and assault. No one told me that it could happen this early.

I cried when I heard the sound of your belt unbuckling.

I whimpered when you tugged off my pants.

And I screamed as you defiled me.

You bastard.
How does it feel to know that you took away the innocence of a fourteen year old.

You know, I wouldn't be surprised if you replay that night all the time in glee.
You're disgusting.

And you deserve to burn in fucking hell for what you did.

So yeah, fuck my therapist.
Cause you know what?

I'm not going to forgive you, I most likely never will.

The End (?)

Author's Note:

Ok guys, I can see that most of these stories are a bit dark, so my next one will be quite happy. You just might smile!

Bye~