After dinner, when everyone was in the room, he got up from the table, trembling, and said that he needed to cost everyone something.
I remember the sound of his voice. It broke down as if he were about to cry. Then he said it.
—Jackson… he forced me.
I didn’t even realize it. Everyone froze. The room fell silent, except for the ticking of the clock. My brain didn’t process it at first.
I thought she meant something else. Maybe a joke that went wrong. Maybe I was confused.
Then he added:
-I am pregnant.
My dad’s hand was already on me before I could say a word. His fist slammed into my face with such force that everything went white.
I fell to the floor, my teeth chattering and my ears ringing. My mom started screaming like someone had died. My brother stayed there, his head glued to the floor, muttering:
—Jacksoп, what the hell is wrong with you? You’re disgusting.
—Dad, I…
I tried it, but the next blow came before I could finish.
—You damned sicko!—he shouted, his face red and his eyes wild.—You brought shame to this family.
Appe was crying in my mother’s arms, trembling, saying she was scared. My aunt hugged her and whispered:
—It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe now.
My brother, Jake, took a step forward. The saliva fell next to my shoe.
“Get out,” he growled. “You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us.”
I looked around at all the faces. People I had known all my life. Not one of them even looked at me like family anymore. Just disgust.
Said:
—It’s tedious.
My voice broke.
—I swear on my life that it is tied up.
Nobody cared.
My mom yelled:
—Don’t even say his name. Don’t talk to him.
Someone, I think my uncle, called the police. By the time the officer arrived, I was sitting on the porch, bleeding from the mouth. One of them asked my dad if I was the suspect, and he nodded without looking at me.
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