This new blog is going to be dedicated to memories from my life. From childhood to current. I'm also going to occasionally add in snip bits from the memoir I am sill currently rewriting and hoping to get published. So here's the first piece I will share with you from that.
I Picked up the phone and called Penelope; my secret was eating me up inside. I knew I had to tell someone and who better than the girl I trusted the most to believe me?
“Hello?”
“Penelope, hey, it’s Marissa, you’re at your mom’s work still, right?”
“Yeah I am, why? What’s up?”
“There’s something I need to tell you, I’ll be over in a second.”
My feet carried me over to the restaurant as fast as they could. It was just behind my house so I got there fast; Penelope was already waiting outside for me when I arrived. She led me to her mom’s car and we hopped inside. At first we both sat in silence; I tried to speak a few times, but no words came out. Finally I mustered up just enough courage to blurt out something.
“This summer, my cousin Dylan, Molested me.”
Penelope leaned in and hugged me; I noticed, her expression didn’t change when I told her. This was new to me, it felt weird. When I told Ever, she not only didn’t believe me, but told someone about it. I pulled away, convincing myself I was ready to carry on, but I noticed Penelope would need a minute. She was crying; Penelope truly felt the pain I was going through. I didn’t tell her at the time, but this meant the world to me. One of my biggest fears was that nobody would believe me, that even she wouldn’t believe me.
A single tear pricked my left eye, and my throat began to close on me. I carried on telling my story; I knew if I didn’t get it all out now, I wouldn’t be able to. By the end, Penelope and I both were in hysterics. I looked out side noticing the sun was setting. That meant my dinner would be ready soon. I made Penelope promise not to tell anyone, and headed home, just in time to eat.
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