custody of us, and then Spencer too. She gave us all the home life we had never had before. She’s the only mom that I’ve ever had and I love her to pieces. I only wish she had gotten custody of us earlier because so much of my life would have been different if…”
I abruptly stopped talking, surprised with myself for letting so much of my guard down. I had just been seconds away from telling Dillon what my father had done to me. Still, if there were anyone that I knew who could handle it, that person would be Dillon.
I realized that it had gotten strangely silent in the yard. I looked up to see Dillon staring down at me with a horrified expression on his face.
“I’ve heard something very similar to that sentence before Minnie, only it was Marissa who said it. Did your father do something to you honey?”
The tears were filling my eyes before the question was fully out of his mouth. Wiping at the tears that escaped, I nodded and then answered his question verbally.
“My brothers were so protective, always on guard and alert, but one day my father had an opportunity and he took it. I’m just lucky that they came home before he had the chance to rape me. He touched himself, touched me, but by the grace of God he didn’t get to violate me that way. The thing is… no one knows because I’ve never told anyone in my family. The first person I ever told the story to was Marissa. I used to be a lot like her, Dillon. Problems being touched, issues with intimacy, depression and anxiety. She was the one who helped me start to work my way through all of that. Now I realize that I am strong enough to survive and I will never let what he did ruin me.”
It felt so good to tell him, to open myself up to him completely. I leaned into his hand when he cupped my face and used his thumb to wipe away my tears.
“You amaze me Dominique. You’re easily one of the strongest people that I’ve ever known, and although I realized that long before today, I am more in awe of you than ever. I’m sorry that he touched you baby, but I want you to know that I’m damn proud of you for not letting it destroy your life. I hope you aren’t keeping this from your family because you think that it was somehow your fault.”
It was a bit of a shock to realize that I really wanted to be wrapped around him right then, but instead of second guessing myself I sat up and climbed into his lap. When he wrapped his arms around me and put his cheek on the top of my head I melted into him.
“For a really long time, I did think it was my fault. But now that I’m older, I understand that he would have done the same thing to my sister or any other person that he could have gotten his hands on. My father was a monster who lived to assert his dominance and make people feel inferior. He broke people as a hobby, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“The reason that I’ve never told my family is that they had to deal with enough. When I say that they gave up everything for my sister and me, I’m not exaggerating. I’ve never seen a reason to tell them because all it would do is make them feel guilty.”
Hugging me tighter he answered, “Honey, something terrible happened to you. You must have needed support all of these years. Your brothers must be a lot older than you to have raised you, so I’m sure they would have handled it.”
I swear that I felt a physical shifting inside my body as my heart opened the door to Dillon. He wasn’t just a great guy, a hot guy, a nice guy, a smart guy… he was the guy that I was falling in love with.
I held onto him tightly, comforted and soothed by both the smell of his skin and the beating of his heart below my cheek.
“I didn’t know until I met Marissa and the two of us began opening up to each other how badly I needed support in order to heal. I know that if I told my family they would be beyond supportive, and I know that they could handle it… I’ve just never been sure that I
I abruptly stopped talking, surprised with myself for letting so much of my guard down. I had just been seconds away from telling Dillon what my father had done to me. Still, if there were anyone that I knew who could handle it, that person would be Dillon.
I realized that it had gotten strangely silent in the yard. I looked up to see Dillon staring down at me with a horrified expression on his face.
“I’ve heard something very similar to that sentence before Minnie, only it was Marissa who said it. Did your father do something to you honey?”
The tears were filling my eyes before the question was fully out of his mouth. Wiping at the tears that escaped, I nodded and then answered his question verbally.
“My brothers were so protective, always on guard and alert, but one day my father had an opportunity and he took it. I’m just lucky that they came home before he had the chance to rape me. He touched himself, touched me, but by the grace of God he didn’t get to violate me that way. The thing is… no one knows because I’ve never told anyone in my family. The first person I ever told the story to was Marissa. I used to be a lot like her, Dillon. Problems being touched, issues with intimacy, depression and anxiety. She was the one who helped me start to work my way through all of that. Now I realize that I am strong enough to survive and I will never let what he did ruin me.”
It felt so good to tell him, to open myself up to him completely. I leaned into his hand when he cupped my face and used his thumb to wipe away my tears.
“You amaze me Dominique. You’re easily one of the strongest people that I’ve ever known, and although I realized that long before today, I am more in awe of you than ever. I’m sorry that he touched you baby, but I want you to know that I’m damn proud of you for not letting it destroy your life. I hope you aren’t keeping this from your family because you think that it was somehow your fault.”
It was a bit of a shock to realize that I really wanted to be wrapped around him right then, but instead of second guessing myself I sat up and climbed into his lap. When he wrapped his arms around me and put his cheek on the top of my head I melted into him.
“For a really long time, I did think it was my fault. But now that I’m older, I understand that he would have done the same thing to my sister or any other person that he could have gotten his hands on. My father was a monster who lived to assert his dominance and make people feel inferior. He broke people as a hobby, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“The reason that I’ve never told my family is that they had to deal with enough. When I say that they gave up everything for my sister and me, I’m not exaggerating. I’ve never seen a reason to tell them because all it would do is make them feel guilty.”
Hugging me tighter he answered, “Honey, something terrible happened to you. You must have needed support all of these years. Your brothers must be a lot older than you to have raised you, so I’m sure they would have handled it.”
I swear that I felt a physical shifting inside my body as my heart opened the door to Dillon. He wasn’t just a great guy, a hot guy, a nice guy, a smart guy… he was the guy that I was falling in love with.
I held onto him tightly, comforted and soothed by both the smell of his skin and the beating of his heart below my cheek.
“I didn’t know until I met Marissa and the two of us began opening up to each other how badly I needed support in order to heal. I know that if I told my family they would be beyond supportive, and I know that they could handle it… I’ve just never been sure that I
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