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ever go back to that.
    My step dad is named Daniel Hutson. He is forty-five years old. Two years older than my mother, not that it really matters. I love my mother to death but she could care less about anyone but herself. Daniel tortured Aiden and I most of our lives. Mom would be up in her room asleep after taking a pill that would knock her out for hours. Some would say she didn’t know what was going on, but I call bullshit. I had bruises on me almost every day for years, and she never once asked where I got them. But to love is to forgive and I do forgive her. I think she was raised much the same way and it was the only way she knows how to be. That doesn’t mean I’ll be inviting her over for Christmas dinner, like ever.
    Daniel also happens to be a state senator for New Jersey. Which means once a year I had to dress up and pretend to adore him. Aiden would have to as well and that only made it worse. Daniel couldn’t deal with having a gay stepson and when it became public knowledge that Aiden was gay, well it’s safe to say that shit hit the fan.
    That was the night we left, the night we almost got away without incident. Aiden was terrified of what would happen to me once Daniel found out that the whole world knew he was gay. Little did we know he was waiting for us.
    I know you’re thinking I killed him, but I assure you that you’re wrong. Daniel is happy and whole, the blood wasn’t his. It was one of his henchmen’s who tried to keep us in the house. Aiden wasn’t having any of it and beat the man to a bloody pulp. He stumbled around for a second before knocking me over and landing on me. I also assure you he is alive. I checked.
    I would take the fear of being discovered here , rather than the fear I had living in that house. Daniel used to tie my hands and feet and make me sit outside of Aiden’s room and listen while he molested my brother. It still makes me sick to this day. If I made any sounds or I protested I would get thrown around like a rag doll. He only stopped hitting me and leaving bruises where you couldn’t see when a teacher was concerned that I was always hurt. Nobody really cared though, nobody but Aiden.
    I think Justin would have given a shit , but I wouldn’t let him in long enough to. He assumed my home life was happy because I made him assume that. I told him I couldn’t have sex with the lights on, but in reality I didn’t want him to see the marks on my body. I was ashamed and not because of what was happening to me, but because I couldn’t stop it. What kind of person does that make me that I can’t stop someone from abusing me? It makes me weak. I never want to be remembered as weak.
    Deciding that I won ’t be getting any sleep tonight, I quietly get out of bed and tip toe out of the room. I grab my cell phone off the desk before I exit. I know I shouldn’t and this might blow up in my face but I have to talk to Justin. I miss him with every breath I take. I may be over my love for him, but he was my best friend for years. We did everything together. I just want to hear his voice. One last time.
    I get in my car and drive for two hours. I cross the state lines over into Oklahoma. I decided not to use my cell phone , but bought a disposable one at a gas station.
    Before I lose my nerve I dial Justin’s nu mber and hold the phone up to my ear. It rings four times before a female voice answers. “Hello?” her voice is scratchy with sleep and I feel my stomach drop.
    “Who are you?” I don’t know why I feel a little jealous. I guess the selfish part of me was hoping he hadn’t moved on and he was sitting around moping the loss of our relationship still.
    “Carly, who the hell are you?” she sneers into the phone.
    I roll my eyes. I’m thousands of miles away bitch you don’t have anything to be worried about. “ An old friend of Justin’s. Can I talk to him?”
    “No he’s sleeping. It’s like 3 in the morning.”
    I pinch the bridge between my eyes and