Everyone knew. I played the game, pretending that I was holding a secret as large as the north star. When in reality, I was only fooling myself. In a way, you became attached to your abuser. Knowing that you needed them and couldn’t leave. Tyshawn did something that he could never fix, and I allowed him. I stayed because I needed him. There were no friends, family, or anyone I could turn to that wouldn’t fix their mouth to remind me that they warned me. He had my mind so fucked that I believed he was the only one that loved me and only wanted the best for me.
