Until…after the “incident,” as my parents like to call it. When I woke up in the hospital with stitches along my back and a soreness between my legs, I’d expected my parents to be angry, furious. Instead, they cautioned me to be quiet. That it would only come back on me. That he was from a good family and I’d been dating him for several weeks. It didn’t take long for their words to turn accusatory, wanting to know what I had done to bring it on and letting me know they would never be on my side. They made me promise to not tell anyone. That this was the type of secret that would ruin me and
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Good for u for getting away cause wtaf there’s no mf way
