For the first time since leaving my family’s side, I felt free. Free of the confines and the shackles that my nightmares kept hooked around my body. Free from the shame and the pain of what my brother had done to my body. I couldn’t get enough of her. I couldn’t get enough of the safe haven her body had created for mine.
…the girl you’ve known for like 2.5 days healed your childhood trauma from being molested? Did I just read that right?
