Chapter 141
“H–He tried to rape me! I defended
tears starting to run down my face.
My mother, phone in hand, screamed with hatred.
“Murderer! I’m calling the police! You monster!”
I stayed there, on my knees, unable
O move.
It was like the world around me was collapsing in slow motion.
There was no compassion in their eyes.
Only judgment.
They didn’t want to understand.
They didn’t care.
The man who tried to violate me was more important than their own son.
My legs were shaking.
My chest burned.
My head throbbed.
My body was suddenly yanked backward, rough hands throwing me to the ground.
I felt the cuffs dig into my wrists.
I groaned in pain as they hoisted me up without care.
The tears kept falling–but they weren’t just from fear.
They were from betrayal.
My own family handed me over like trash.
Because I’m gay.
Because I didn’t fit the mold they created..
As they dragged me out of the house, my mind screamed, trying to make sense of it all.
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But everything felt like a blur.
Only one truth stabbed into my chest like a knife: they never loved me.
And now… I was completely alone.
They threw me into the back of the car like a sack of garbage.
My head hit the doorframe hard, making me cry out involuntarily.
The cop in the front seat laughed, showing no remorse.
The ride to the station felt like an eternity.
Every bump, every turn made my body ache more.
The tears wouldn’t stop, mixing with the metallic taste of blood on my bitten lips.
It felt like the world had decided to punish me just for existing.
When we arrived at the station, the smell of mold and rust filled my nose.
They shoved me into a small cell without saying a word. Just pushed me in and slammed the iron
door shut behind me.
I sat on the cold, damp floor, hugging my knees.
The silence in there was suffocating.
I cried.
Like I never had before.
The tears fell endlessly, soaking the collar of my shirt.
My chest felt like it was sinking in pain.
I had always tried to be strong.
I always fought against the prejudice, trying to hold my head high.
But knowing that my family chose to protect the man who tried to rape me instead of listening to me… it hurt.
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I stayed there for hours.
The sound of the metal door slamming open woke me up. Before I could move, rough hands grabbed my arm and cuffed my wrist.
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