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to save my soul. ‘You may be angry at me right now. You may hate me for this, but one day you will thank me’ he said.”
"I remember his words like it was yesterday. He was right about the hate part. I hated him so much at that moment, I was shaking with rage, but still wouldn’t look at him. Miller sat on the other side of me. They both placed their hands on my head and said a prayer.” Brianna chuckled bitterly as she remembered the audacity of the two men. She turned to look at Abby who was drowning in her own tears. “Can you believe they had the gall to pray for me?”
Abby just shook her head. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that someone could so callously exploit another person’s faith just to satisfy their own sick urges. It made her angry and scared that people as evil as Miller roamed the earth.
Brianna turned her gaze towards the wall in front of her and continued with her story. “Miller and my father prayed for me for about one hour before they left the room together.”
“I thought it was only going to be a one-time thing. I was so naïve for thinking Miller wouldn’t come back. I mean, why would he stop after one ‘session’? He was getting to fulfill his disgusting fantasies without consequences. Of course he came back. He came back three or four times a week for about a month.”
“After the second time, I was so angry I kept looking around the room for things I could use to crack his skull open. I didn’t care anymore. I wanted the bastard dead. If I had had a gun handy, I would have unloaded it on him with a smile on my face, and I wouldn’t have regretted it one bit. I would’ve been the happiest inmate in the history of prison. But there was nothing in the room I could’ve used as a weapon.”
“After the third time, I just stopped fighting him. I also stopped crying and screaming and calling for help. What was the point of screaming and begging for mercy? Neither my father nor Miller gave a shit about how much I was hurting. They both had their own agendas, and there was no one else around to help me. Our house was very secluded and off the road. The next house was a mile away.”
“No one was going to hear me no matter how loud I screamed. By the third ‘therapy session’, I had started to believe I deserved what was happening to me. I thought God was punishing me for liking girls. I was going out of my mind from being locked up in that room day after day after day with no one to talk to. I felt so worthless and alone. I was so desperate, I contemplated taking my own life.”
Abby stifled a gasp with her palm upon hearing the startling revelation: Brianna had thought about taking her own life. She understood that only the profoundest, most devastating of pains could make a person believe suicide was their only option.
Abby felt like hands were squeezing her heart until it burst. Brianna’s story had shaken her to her very core. It was a story she was never going to forget for as long as she lived. Abby searched for words that could express how sorry and broken she was over the story she was hearing, but still couldn’t find any.
Brianna’s body began to shake violently, but she still did not make a sound.
Abby scooted over and wrapped her arms around her. She held Brianna tight, rocking her back and forth but without saying a single word. She still didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry” just didn’t cut it. “I’m sorry” was just too pedestrian, too superficial a sentence to say to someone who had gone through the things Brianna had gone through.
Brianna struggled to break free from the embrace, but Abby did not let go. Abby kept rocking her until a gut-wrenching, guttural howl tore past Brianna’s lips and resonated throughout the fancy apartment.
The sound, which seemed to have come from the pits of Brianna’s soul, made the hair on the back of Abby’s neck stand up. Brianna tried to scream some more, but no sound came out of her
"I remember his words like it was yesterday. He was right about the hate part. I hated him so much at that moment, I was shaking with rage, but still wouldn’t look at him. Miller sat on the other side of me. They both placed their hands on my head and said a prayer.” Brianna chuckled bitterly as she remembered the audacity of the two men. She turned to look at Abby who was drowning in her own tears. “Can you believe they had the gall to pray for me?”
Abby just shook her head. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that someone could so callously exploit another person’s faith just to satisfy their own sick urges. It made her angry and scared that people as evil as Miller roamed the earth.
Brianna turned her gaze towards the wall in front of her and continued with her story. “Miller and my father prayed for me for about one hour before they left the room together.”
“I thought it was only going to be a one-time thing. I was so naïve for thinking Miller wouldn’t come back. I mean, why would he stop after one ‘session’? He was getting to fulfill his disgusting fantasies without consequences. Of course he came back. He came back three or four times a week for about a month.”
“After the second time, I was so angry I kept looking around the room for things I could use to crack his skull open. I didn’t care anymore. I wanted the bastard dead. If I had had a gun handy, I would have unloaded it on him with a smile on my face, and I wouldn’t have regretted it one bit. I would’ve been the happiest inmate in the history of prison. But there was nothing in the room I could’ve used as a weapon.”
“After the third time, I just stopped fighting him. I also stopped crying and screaming and calling for help. What was the point of screaming and begging for mercy? Neither my father nor Miller gave a shit about how much I was hurting. They both had their own agendas, and there was no one else around to help me. Our house was very secluded and off the road. The next house was a mile away.”
“No one was going to hear me no matter how loud I screamed. By the third ‘therapy session’, I had started to believe I deserved what was happening to me. I thought God was punishing me for liking girls. I was going out of my mind from being locked up in that room day after day after day with no one to talk to. I felt so worthless and alone. I was so desperate, I contemplated taking my own life.”
Abby stifled a gasp with her palm upon hearing the startling revelation: Brianna had thought about taking her own life. She understood that only the profoundest, most devastating of pains could make a person believe suicide was their only option.
Abby felt like hands were squeezing her heart until it burst. Brianna’s story had shaken her to her very core. It was a story she was never going to forget for as long as she lived. Abby searched for words that could express how sorry and broken she was over the story she was hearing, but still couldn’t find any.
Brianna’s body began to shake violently, but she still did not make a sound.
Abby scooted over and wrapped her arms around her. She held Brianna tight, rocking her back and forth but without saying a single word. She still didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry” just didn’t cut it. “I’m sorry” was just too pedestrian, too superficial a sentence to say to someone who had gone through the things Brianna had gone through.
Brianna struggled to break free from the embrace, but Abby did not let go. Abby kept rocking her until a gut-wrenching, guttural howl tore past Brianna’s lips and resonated throughout the fancy apartment.
The sound, which seemed to have come from the pits of Brianna’s soul, made the hair on the back of Abby’s neck stand up. Brianna tried to scream some more, but no sound came out of her
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