I was a free man.
I may never be free again.
Ever since he took my life, taking it in the hands that violated me, and crushed it. All in those hands.
The apologies he offered, snatched up as he did it again and again.
He would stop as I said no, well, a little later. As he became more afraid of my reactions, that the world would know how much he had done.
I told my parents. "He liked to touch my chest. I want to tell the police." They said no one would believe me, that I was just crazy. That it would waste their time. That I was alone.
Even as he cannot physically control me anymore, he holds onto my brain. I do not love him. I simply fear him.
His shackles wrap around my neck, I cannot speak. He tells everyone that I am insane, that I am overreacting. This happens to everyone, right?
I will never be free from this. The feeling of his unwanted advances will never leave. The shame that I didn't even realize. The anger that he will do it again. And that he already has.
