Chapter Four: Brother
As I was sitting on my floor I saw my brother walk into my room with a disgusted look, he looked mortified seeing the semen that was dripping through my pants onto the floor.
“Who’s that? The guy walking out of our house, do you know him?” He asked still disgusted.
“Please don't tell Mom and your dad about my boyfriend, please! They found out I'm gay because someone told them.” I begged. I was holding back tears. I was just a scared kid. He stops checking my room for a moment, his eyes widening in realization as he looks at me.
“Did you tell them?” He asked.
“No, someone else did,” I replied.
“Well, you better not let them know about him, or else..." He trails off, his voice cold and menacing. He leaves my room without saying anything else. Then the realization hit. I was raped. I was raped by someone that was supposed to love me. I just sat there. Alone in thought when I heard the rest of my siblings and step-siblings inside the house. My brother was still in the house, probably talking to the others trying to forget what he saw. I wish I could forget too. Then I heard footsteps coming up the steps.
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