BROKEN
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  • Parts 24
  • Time 1h 13m
Complete, First published Nov 11, 2019
... And to my uncle, I wrote:
 
Dear Uncle,
 
I'm an adult now. You must be happy with your new life. And your wife? I hope you're treating her well. I heard you now have a girl child like the one you molested thirteen years ago. She must be as beautiful as I was. Do you touch her the way you touched me? Have you told your wife about what you did to me? I'm broken, no thanks to you. Your one act created monsters in me that I can't let go of, and the more I try to let go of them, the more they multiply. You must have been very happy to see me cry, right? The hideous beasts you created come every day to remind me that I can't keep a relationship. Thank you for all you did. You left me with a childhood as terrible as you. I hope I can forgive myself and then forgive you, too. Don't worry, this letter won't get out. I'd protect you, monster!
 
I smiled in tears as I dropped my pen and buried my head in between my legs...
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.