It’s been three years since I’ve liked guys and girls. I haven’t met people like me in Iowa so I’m kind of scared. Grandma says it's fine and I honestly don't even know anymore.
I wish everything could go back to normal and I wouldn't have to keep things from mom and dad.
Dad is scary, really scary. Dad hits anyone who’d be rude to me or my mother and not care whatsoever. And he’d do the same to my mom, and me. I would cry and he would tell me things like “You deserve this” or “You’re weak” I had enough of the feeling. The road to grandma’s house I’ve completely memorized so I thought of walking all the way. It seems really risky but I have to, I can't go back to conversion therapy and to my “family”, I did have one reason though. Aiden, my little brother who was diagnosed with autism at the age of 6.
He was the only one in the family I cared for and he cared too. Aiden had never spoken to mom or dad; he only spoke to me. I didn’t want to leave Aiden because mom thought he was a failure and dad saw him as a toy to play with. Feeding his ego with those words he screamed, Aiden couldn't hear him so that's when dad started hitting him.
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