I woke up this morning. Sun shining brightly through my window. its 10:34 AM, i get up and walk downstairs, the thought of what happened last night fresh on my mind. reminding me of the forecast that's to come. I walk into the living room and find mother sitting there, dad is asleep on the chair, his crutches laying on the floor beside the chair. I go back upstairs knowing that if I'm going to tell them today is the day. The day where the sun shines and the rain and tornado warnings stop. I ask my brother to come into my room so i can talk to him, this time I'm letting the quiver in my voice show so he knows its something bad. He walks into my room with me and i sit upon my bed. i start off by asking if he is still friends with his old friend Cody. he says he hasn't seen nor talked to him in a very long time. I say "Okay" and start the process of telling him what happened behind his back and how his old friend Cody used me. I start to tear up as i know that the wind is starting to pick up only this time I'm not scared because for i know my brother is here to keep me safe and help me through it. "Cody, when i was younger, he did things he shouldn't have. He used me as his sex toy for 4 years. from the age of 4 to the age of 8." i say as i start to cry more. like a dam that just broke loose, the water streams from my eyes onto my knees and arms, soaking into my jacket. "I had no idea, I'm so sorry sis if you would've told me sooner, if only i knew," my brother says beating himself up. "no it's not your fault its mine. i didn't say anything and that's my fault but that's not all bro." I say remembering my ex Hayden and my ex-friend devon. "When i was dating Hayden..." i start to say. "he was forcing me to have sex with him. that's why i was so upset when he told everyone at school because i got called a slut for something i never consented to. Then the night Devon came over to help me with wood, we were in my room and he started to ask questions like 'what would you do if i kissed you' i would answer i have a boyfriend i wouldn't be okay with that. later on, he pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me, i told him to stop but he forced his dick in my face and was trying to get me to give him a blow job." I say as the river from my eyes flows faster, the tornado getting stronger. "i need to tell mom, will you get her and stay in here with me when i tell her?" i ask as i cry harder. "of course i will" my brother says to me.
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The Untold Part of My Childhood
Non-FictionTaken me 5 years to open up. The only reason I'm telling my story now is that i can't take the pain anymore.