The next week in school goes by without incident. No one messes with me but then again no one talks to me. No one knows what to do. I am not the same and they cannot figure out what to do with me so they ignore me. I can see it in their eyes. I have turned into a stuck-up bitch who doesn't have time for anyone anymore. Oh well, if that is how they want to justify it so be it. It will probably be better that way.
Life at home is stable at best. My parents are confused on what to do. Mom is trying to ignore it and pretend nothing ever happened. Daddy is reacting exactly how I feared. He looks at me with sad eyes. I am not his little girl anymore. He has seen me raped and naked and that is what he sees now when he looks at me. I can tell. He is trying to smile but he is sad. I go to my room and cry at least twice a day after he looks at me. Stable, at best.
The school year is coming to an end and my mom planned a get-together at our house for Easter. The party is planned for a Saturday. The entire family is coming. It will be the first time they have gathered since my birthday. I am scared. I know the memory will return and I will go through it all over again. None of them know what happened. Mom and Dad have decided to keep it between us. Well, except for my therapist of course. That is always a treat. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that being raped is going to mess you the fuck up. I don't understand why we have to pay someone to tell me that.
