Abuse

Free at last

We spoke at length. I did all of the talking, while he laid on the bed well tucked into his favourite blanket, and did all the listening.

I walked to the bathroom, washed my hands like they had invisible stains on them. Though I’ll be 14 in April, that was the lengthiest conversation I’ve had with him since I was born. What will I narrate to the rest of the family? Different thoughts ran through my mind as I headed back to the bedroom where he laid.

Took a last look at my father’s lifeless body from a pillow suffocation. He forcefully had sex with me everyday since I was 7 with threats of withdrawing me from school if I ever told anyone. I just saved myself from a pedophile; why should I regret? Today marks my independence, I murmured.

Help! Help! Dad isn’t breathing, I screamed.

Wildkhard [TA]