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The escape (part 2)
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With a roll of my eye, I ignored his comment and took out my phone trying my best to stop the shaking of my hands, and I am glad I succeeded. This left him standing there awkwardly before turning towards another one of my cousins in the group and talking with him.
He is about 10 years older than me. Someone who could have been my strongest pillar of support, given my relationship with his late father-my dad's eldest brother- who was always there when my dad used to be abroad trying to make our lives a bit easier. It is only because of the love and respect I have for his dad that I still don't bring out his true colours. Or so I want to believe. But somewhere deep down I know that it is mainly because I am scared. Scared to see my parents breakdown because they trust this man to the point where my dad is the one organising his wedding in the place of his late father. They treat him like their own and I don't want them to lose their trust. I don't want them to go through some trauma at their old age, which could potentially give them a heart attack. Though they are both very healthy and happy, which parents in the world could take the news of their precious daughter being molested by their own nephew? Also, a small part of me is scared that no one will believe me. Afterall, I don't have any proof and he could easily twist things around onto me. I am scared that I will be the reason to ruin this otherwise happy family. I am scared to fight.
This has been going on from when I was 5,atleast that is as far as I can remember. My mother being a teacher used to invite him over to give him some help in Mathematics. But she didn't know that when she used to give him questions to solve and leave me by him to finish some works at home and ask for him to look after me, he did it so well. He used to tell me it is a game and that nobody should know about it. That it was our...
With a roll of my eye, I ignored his comment and took out my phone trying my best to stop the shaking of my hands, and I am glad I succeeded. This left him standing there awkwardly before turning towards another one of my cousins in the group and talking with him.
He is about 10 years older than me. Someone who could have been my strongest pillar of support, given my relationship with his late father-my dad's eldest brother- who was always there when my dad used to be abroad trying to make our lives a bit easier. It is only because of the love and respect I have for his dad that I still don't bring out his true colours. Or so I want to believe. But somewhere deep down I know that it is mainly because I am scared. Scared to see my parents breakdown because they trust this man to the point where my dad is the one organising his wedding in the place of his late father. They treat him like their own and I don't want them to lose their trust. I don't want them to go through some trauma at their old age, which could potentially give them a heart attack. Though they are both very healthy and happy, which parents in the world could take the news of their precious daughter being molested by their own nephew? Also, a small part of me is scared that no one will believe me. Afterall, I don't have any proof and he could easily twist things around onto me. I am scared that I will be the reason to ruin this otherwise happy family. I am scared to fight.
This has been going on from when I was 5,atleast that is as far as I can remember. My mother being a teacher used to invite him over to give him some help in Mathematics. But she didn't know that when she used to give him questions to solve and leave me by him to finish some works at home and ask for him to look after me, he did it so well. He used to tell me it is a game and that nobody should know about it. That it was our...
