Yesterday I went to a store my cousin used to work at. He got fired a long time ago but I was still waiting for his face to pop up. I started thinking about how a few years ago we came to this store and there he was. It had been 2 years since the rapes and the hell he put me through. His spiky hair, glasses, dull eyes. He smiled at me. I was with my family and my mom got uncomfortable and told me to go look at stuff with my dad. My dad didnt know anything and maybe that's for the best... My cousin followed us. Even after he raped me and tried to kill me, I still wanted to be his friend. We were friends and he was my cousin. I was in denial or I just didn't fully understand how much he really really hurt me. But the longer I stood there and talked to him and the more he smiled at me. I froze and I started to feel pure terror. I couldn't remember why. But I started crying, right in front of my cousin and he froze. He left. I still remember that day everytime I go into that store. The day I could have completely exposed my cousin. He could have gotten arrested for the other rapes that no one knew about... But I let him go. I still wanted to be able to trust him, but I know now that it's not worth trusting. He deserves life in prison. He deserves to burn in hell.
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