One year later.
It took that long for me to find the courage to finally come clean about what happened.
I thought my dad would be mad at me.
I thought it was my fault.
"Did I wear something to revealing?"
Mind you, I was only ten when this happened.
So I put it off, put it off, put it off.
"Have you told your dad yet?" my friend asked.
"Not yet"
I brushed off as I looked out the window in shame.
It was not until what happened to me, nearly happened to my other friend on the street and her mom called my dad to talk to me.
I was confronted with the secret that I finally had to confess
"Did this happen to you?" He asked with his face in his hands.
"Yes" I confessed.
Then everything changed.
I was introduced to new terms like "testify, DA, restraining order"
Eventually our case made it to court.
The first time I saw him, his eyes seared into me as he smiled.
The very sight of him, I could hardly bear.
I would have to testify against him and I felt so uncomfortable.
With my father behind me seated, it made it all the more excruciating.
He would have to endure the torture of hearing the details of my innocence being stolen.
I would lean far back in my chair because I didn't want to see his face and the judge would tell me to lean closer to the microphone.
Yet there he was again looking at me.
Next thing I know after the days proceeded was his wife running out the door crying.
He would be found not guilty and there would be no justice served.
I would have to move on without offered therapy.
But I know he knows what he did.
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Dark to Light
Non-FictionA story of a young girl born into a family filled with toxic ties. She always felt like she didn't belong and constantly fights against the social norms she was brought up in. She finds herself trapped in a cycle until a life changing circumstance h...
