NOT THE ONLY ONE
For years, I just accepted my dad’s behaviour.
Only, when I was 13-years-old, the reality of what was happening finally hit me.
Kimmy had moved out by this point, but she came around almost every week.
In a way nothing had changed, but it suddenly dawned on me that nothing was right.
One evening, family friends had come to visit, and I was forced to sleep in the same bed with my dad to make space.
No one blinked an eye lid.
Why would they?
Only, in the middle of the night, I woke up to his fingers penetrating me.
He hadn’t done that since the night of the dance, but I leapt out of bed, determined to make my escape.
‘I need some paracetamol,’ I told him.
Running out of the bedroom, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I still didn’t understand what exactly was , I thought.
