Behind Close Doors

Behind Close Doors

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Chapter1 (v.1) - What Do I Do ?

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Submitted: May 18, 2017

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I have so many stories and events that I can tell you. Stories and events that changed me and shaped me as a person. I can tell you the times my dad got deported, the time I found out about my biological father, family struggles, money struggles, family fights, heart breaks, the list goes on and on. Yet, there’s one story that changed my life; not just my life but my family’s as well. A story that affected me for years. A story that was once my deepest secret. A story that I wouldn’t dare to tell a soul. A story I was once ashamed of. A story that I finally grew to live with and accept. When I was 12 years old my life changed for the unexpected. Who would have known that 12 year old I would go through such a thing? He was my brother’s friend. A friend that laughed, smiled, ate, and stayed with my family. He was over every single day, spending time with MY family. He would look into my parent’s eyes showing them trust. Us not knowing he was devising and slick like a snake. He was a monster in disguise. He was a nightmare I never knew I would ever have. Maybe, just maybe if I would have done something different this wouldn’t be my story. I didn’t and I accept it but at the time I didn’t. With every touch I was affected. With every touch it felt like razors. With every touch it felt like a burn. With every touch it seemed as if my youth years was being taken. With every touch it seemed as if I lost my meaning of love. With every touch I lost trust. With every touch I lost myself... When I was 12, I was a victim of sexual assault. When I was 12, I was molested. When I was 12, I was left with scars, not physical scars but mentally and emotionally. Sadly, that's not the end of this story. I wish I was able to tell you that I told my parents and they were understanding and supportive. My brothers defended me. We took him to court. He was charged and sent to jail. I had help, help to get through all of it. I recovered and became that happy girl. My family was once again together and strong. Yet, I can't. This story has a different ending. An ending that finally came after five years. Yes. this story went on for five years. When this event happened to me my dad was deported, and my mom was stressed out with bills. I didn’t want to tell her. I didn’t want her more stress. My dad was gone, what can he do in Mexico? Didn’t want him worried while he was 100 of miles away. I hardly talked to my oldest brother. Why would he care? Doubt he would waist a second of his time on me. My second oldest brother, we were so close. He will defend me and protect me. Family over anything. That was his friend though... My youngest brother, he was to young to do anything. Do I tell him for support? Do I really want him with this burden on his shoulder? In my situation, what do I do? To be continued…


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