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If I had always been a whore, then she wouldn’t feel responsible for my being raped at eight years old. If I was a liar, then it was my treacherous ways that tricked her into getting Marcel locked up for twelve years.
put her cigarette out on me on Monday and slapped me across the face on both Thursday and Friday.
felt compelled to run my hands through the nearly one hundred long braids.
Shaun would notice, and he would try to have a conversation about it, like he tried to have a conversation about my shoes on Sunday.
knew it,” Ms. Kelly whispered. “You wanted to know why I said I was glad you turned out okay on the first day? Because I always knew this kind of thing was going on at your house.” She shook her head. “I always had a feeling.”
It’s like you just wanted to keep your brain busy—like you’d rather focus on which number came next in your head then allow yourself to actually think real thoughts.
got you to start reading books because I figured if you were so desperate to keep your mind busy—you might as well be reading. And it worked!
“You’re celebrating me, remember? So, celebrate me.”
You just… you’re just always surprising me.”
taking another piece off the cupcake and fed it to me.
If I cry; Shaun cries with me.
I could tell this simple touch was equally as meaningful for him.
How ever much he desired me, I knew he would never take anything I wasn’t willing to give. With him, I was safe.
Without my saying so, he could feel it in his heart that
I was fragile. And for that reason… he was extra careful in the way that he held me.
“I wish I could stay with you forever, like this,”
Caprice was the only person I knew who seemed to get sad on weekends and holidays. Unlike me, she hated being home.
ready to lay some sad reality on her newly reckless, adorable ass.
Just one perfect day. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
“Why are we going to the bus station?”
She couldn’t tell yet, but I was starting to panic.
Don’t do this. We’ll protect you! I’ll protect you.”
love you so much that it makes me feel like I’ll die if I leave you. I’ve loved you since I was eight years old at that city court.
Please, please help me! I will kill myself before I have to go back to that house, Shaun. I mean it. If you love me, help me.”
Love is also a prison.
I never wanted anyone to know that about me. Especially Shaun. It made me feel so dirty. It would’ve shattered me to pieces if Shaun ever thought I was dirty, too.
What he’d done to me as a little girl—someone in that prison had done to him, too.
Laying in his arms like this, I felt really safe.
“But the second I suspect some shit—Caprice, I’m not gonna ask for your fuckin’ permission to keep you safe.”
My fear was that I was broken down there.

