Then, an hour later, he confessed the truth. I thought now that she had learned the truth, she'd make my father leave.Īt home he denied that he’d raped me, asking my mother how she could believe such a thing. My mother didn’t say anything else on the 20-minute trip to our house.
Ava reminded me that I had only graduated eighth grade, and although I felt I was grown up, I wasn’t. I only mentioned the incident to my mom because my best friend’s sister, Ava, said I should. She hugged me and wanted to know why I’d waited seven days to say anything. “Daddy said we needed to take more pictures for my photo shoot in your bedroom last week and then he got on top of me,” I told my mother on the bus ride home from the mall, breaking into tears.
