We talked for hours with my mother. She was just checking up on me because I've not been visiting her lately. I told her I'll visit them after I take care of some things.
It's on a Monday, the worst day to many people but the best for me. I love waking up in the morning and riding to work in my twin-turbo Chrysler. I work as a forensic scientist in which I provide evidence in courts of law and examining contact trace materials associated in crimes. I really love this job.
I'm in black pants, white vest, blue blazer and black loafers. Thanks to my love Talia, she always makes me look attractive.
There's a really tight traffic jam today that makes me get off the car and peep to see what was the cause.
There's a group of people protesting.
What could be the problem.
As I get closer the crowd, I notice one person with a banner written, " NO TO LGBT. GOD IS AGAINST THIS"
What the fuck!...That's a big blow to me. How can they protest about that. About God's word. I don't care about what God's against. I'm proud of being a lesbian and no one can change that. I'm tempted to approach the crowd but the police had already reached to clear the traffic.
I'm in the office with a pile of files to go through. One particular file is about a ten year old boy who died after being sodomised. This reminds me about my past and I feel like puking. I decided to start my research. The person who sodomised him should be jailed for life.
I researched about the boy's home and family and found out that he lives in my hometown. That's tragic.
I drive off to my hometown to where the boy's family lives. I introduced myself and made them feel secure to trust me. I asked them if they knew about anyone who could have done such an act.
"There's a man who teaches children in a local church. He has sodomised many children in the name of God." The mother said this while crying. I immediately knew that it was the beast. The one who made me suffer in such a tender age. I recalled everything that happened on that fateful day as if it was yesterday. The pain I underwent was just so unbearable.
I asked them why they kept quiet about his act and immediately the father's face went cold as if the question had offended him.
He stood up and grabbed me furiously. "You have no right to ask us anything from now. You know more than enough. All we want is our boy's justice." He let go of my wrist. I was so scared but I assured them that their son would get the justice he deserves.
I decided to go to my father's house because it's a few metres from where I was. As I was driving, Talia called me. She told me that I should go home right away. That's strange.
The door to my house was locked. Damn it! I forgot to carry the keys. Someone from behind blind folded me.
