Runaway Or Kidnapped?

Chapter 24

'So who is next?' Harsh asked us. I  took out his chit, from the bowl and shuffled the remaining chits. I asked Harsh to pick one. ' And it's Vedikaaaaa!'. I frowned and started my story.

'Okay guys. So, you do know about my uncle and aunt, right?' I asked and they nodded.
'So, their son, uhm. He.... okay.' I took a deep breath  and tried saying, again.

'So, my brother, he was in his teenage days and I was very young, like I was only 6 or 7 years old. Whenever, he used to come to our place, he used to call me in a room, alone, and locked us inside. He asked me to promise him that I am not supposed to tell anyone about this. And you know how much I believe in promises. After locking the room, he used to sit on the bed and call me to sit beside him.  I tried to stop him but he never did, I cried, I cried every time, when he did this to me. This happened every time. He- he he used to sexually harass me every time when he came to our place.  After few days he stopped, he never came to our place but his parents did. I was happy about it. But I could not keep that inside me, I felt very bad, disgusted so I told my parents. I broke the promise. I could not bear that burden on me anymore.  As excepted my parents were very angry, like really very angry at him. They called his parents and him. His parents came but he didn't, they said he is on his way. My parents didn't wait for him to come, they told him what their son did. And, of course, they denied it and all. And they fought with each other. Then, they couldn't bear any more humiliation so they decided to call their son and ask about his whereabouts. Only after a while, his parents got a call back from him, but he wasn't talking, some other man was talking, and he said that their son is dead. As he had a very, very bad accident. At that point, I was devastated, shattered. The 7 year old  me, didn't know what to do.  That day Manan had come to visit me. Since, there was a big chaos going on in my family, my parents decided to call his mom and asked her to take us back to his place and also asked Manan's mom, if it was okay if I could stay at her place for a week or two. As sweet she is, she said yes. I stayed at his place, for 2 weeks. I, I did not talk to anyone except for him. I rarely came out of the room.... You know? My uncle and aunt still blame me, they blame me that I wore short clothes and that's why he did that. They blame me for his accident, even now....' I said, holding back my tears, holding back myself from crying.

They did not ask me, why I didn't tell it , to them earlier, or anything. That's the best thing about us. We understand each other, no matter what. After a few moments, when they knew, that my side of the story is over, they hugged me, they didn't say anything but they hugged me. But I heard Rishab, Harsh and Manan whispering 'We are proud of you.', at the same time. I smiled and hugged them back.