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mouth. It was as if she was choking on all the pent-up hatred and resentment she had been carrying around for over seven long years.
Still convulsing and unable to catch her breath or make a sound, Brianna stopped struggling and gave into Abby’s comforting embrace. She continued to gasp and pant until another thunderous, halting wail shot past her lips and bounced off the walls.
She sobbed on Abby’s shoulder, her face soaked, her nose running, her lower lip quivering. The more she cried, the lighter her heart felt. Her tears were washing away her shame and self-loathing. Thanks to Abby’s kindness, she no longer felt she was a prisoner of her despair. A surreal sense of peace had started to overtake her body.
“What happened then? How did you manage to get away from all that?” Abby asked after Brianna had calmed down a bit. She still had her arms tightly wrapped around Brianna.
“A whole month had passed since Miller had started subjecting me to his special brand of therapy. I was still locked up in my bedroom and wishing for the sweet relief of death to come rescue me.”
“One afternoon, I was alone in the house and heard a knock on my bedroom door. It was Kyle. The door was locked from outside, and my father was the only one who had the key. So Kyle and I talked through the door. He told me he had skipped football practice that day and taken the bus so he could talk to me.”
“Ever since the day my father whipped me and locked me up, Kyle had not been allowed to be alone with me in the house. Kyle told me how our parents forbade him to come home after school. They had instructed him to go to our uncle’s house every day after school and stay there until our mother could pick him up.”
“Kyle said he broke the rule because he missed me and wanted to talk to me. He expected to get in trouble for disobeying our father, but he didn’t care.”
“‘What did you do, Brianna? When are they letting you out?’ He kept asking over and over through the door. He was so sweet. I could hear it in his sweet voice how worried he was about me. I told him I’d explain later, but first I needed him to deliver a message to my friend Billy who lived about three miles away from our house.”
“I wrote on a piece of paper that my parents had locked me up in my bedroom for over a month and wouldn’t let me out. I folded the piece of paper and slipped it under the door. I instructed Kyle to get the note to Billy and no one else. Kyle took the piece of paper, got his bike out of the garage and rushed to deliver the note to Billy.”
“About half an hour later, I heard the sound of a truck pulling into our driveway. It was Billy and Kyle. Within seconds, Billy was on the other side of my door asking me why I had been locked up and if I was okay. I told him I’d explain later and begged him to get me out of there. I was afraid either one of my parents would come home early. I could only imagine the punishment I would’ve received if that had happened.”
“Billy tried to pick the lock, but being the hot head that he was, he gave that up pretty quickly. He told me to get away from the door and just shot the lock open with his hunting rifle.”
“After Billy busted the door open, Kyle ran in to hug me. It felt so good to see him again. He was a little shaken up from the gun shots but very happy to see me. I sent Kyle out of the room so I could tell Billy why my parents had locked me up.”
“Billy was furious when I told him. He had always known I was gay and had been very supportive. I told Billy why I was locked up, but didn’t tell him what Pastor Miller had been doing to me. I couldn’t tell him. Billy was in love with me. Had been since we met in grade school and still is, I think. If I had told him everything, he’d be in prison right now for murder.”
“I did tell Billy I needed to disappear before my parents showed up. Billy helped me stuff some of my things in a suitcase and drove me
Still convulsing and unable to catch her breath or make a sound, Brianna stopped struggling and gave into Abby’s comforting embrace. She continued to gasp and pant until another thunderous, halting wail shot past her lips and bounced off the walls.
She sobbed on Abby’s shoulder, her face soaked, her nose running, her lower lip quivering. The more she cried, the lighter her heart felt. Her tears were washing away her shame and self-loathing. Thanks to Abby’s kindness, she no longer felt she was a prisoner of her despair. A surreal sense of peace had started to overtake her body.
“What happened then? How did you manage to get away from all that?” Abby asked after Brianna had calmed down a bit. She still had her arms tightly wrapped around Brianna.
“A whole month had passed since Miller had started subjecting me to his special brand of therapy. I was still locked up in my bedroom and wishing for the sweet relief of death to come rescue me.”
“One afternoon, I was alone in the house and heard a knock on my bedroom door. It was Kyle. The door was locked from outside, and my father was the only one who had the key. So Kyle and I talked through the door. He told me he had skipped football practice that day and taken the bus so he could talk to me.”
“Ever since the day my father whipped me and locked me up, Kyle had not been allowed to be alone with me in the house. Kyle told me how our parents forbade him to come home after school. They had instructed him to go to our uncle’s house every day after school and stay there until our mother could pick him up.”
“Kyle said he broke the rule because he missed me and wanted to talk to me. He expected to get in trouble for disobeying our father, but he didn’t care.”
“‘What did you do, Brianna? When are they letting you out?’ He kept asking over and over through the door. He was so sweet. I could hear it in his sweet voice how worried he was about me. I told him I’d explain later, but first I needed him to deliver a message to my friend Billy who lived about three miles away from our house.”
“I wrote on a piece of paper that my parents had locked me up in my bedroom for over a month and wouldn’t let me out. I folded the piece of paper and slipped it under the door. I instructed Kyle to get the note to Billy and no one else. Kyle took the piece of paper, got his bike out of the garage and rushed to deliver the note to Billy.”
“About half an hour later, I heard the sound of a truck pulling into our driveway. It was Billy and Kyle. Within seconds, Billy was on the other side of my door asking me why I had been locked up and if I was okay. I told him I’d explain later and begged him to get me out of there. I was afraid either one of my parents would come home early. I could only imagine the punishment I would’ve received if that had happened.”
“Billy tried to pick the lock, but being the hot head that he was, he gave that up pretty quickly. He told me to get away from the door and just shot the lock open with his hunting rifle.”
“After Billy busted the door open, Kyle ran in to hug me. It felt so good to see him again. He was a little shaken up from the gun shots but very happy to see me. I sent Kyle out of the room so I could tell Billy why my parents had locked me up.”
“Billy was furious when I told him. He had always known I was gay and had been very supportive. I told Billy why I was locked up, but didn’t tell him what Pastor Miller had been doing to me. I couldn’t tell him. Billy was in love with me. Had been since we met in grade school and still is, I think. If I had told him everything, he’d be in prison right now for murder.”
“I did tell Billy I needed to disappear before my parents showed up. Billy helped me stuff some of my things in a suitcase and drove me
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