Emily
Dominican Republic
Years ago...
I go back to school to continue being rejected by Wesley. Rejected, by the boy I love...
Wesley is the captain of the swimming team, he is beautiful, his physical attractiveness drives me crazy, his green eyes and his black hair under his ears and those crimson red lips and his skin is white, yes, the perfect boy but he has a problem: he lives me insulting in front of his friends, making me look ridiculous and like a fool and I still What I have for sure is that I must stop doing this; insist. No more Emily, don't insist.
Since I was little I have been very attached to my cousin, we were never alone anywhere and she knew how she felt about Wesley. She was my best friend.
"Mariza, what should I do to forget Wesly?" I ask, I put the burger in my mouth and bite her.
"You, let it happen and Emily already..." You are beautiful, he will soon realize what was lost.
"But I love him..." I say looking down.
"You, learn not to fall in love like that, you will regret it one day... There are many more boys in the world who will value that beauty you have. Don't let yourself be trampled by anyone. He just lives. Rate. And stay with the one who really loves you."
I listened to his words, it was true that more people would value me, but I never stopped being so fast. I think I will never do it.
I am the oldest of two sisters, I am Emily Pérez Contreras. I am currently 15 years old and I am madly in love with a boy who does not correspond to me. Typical cliché, I know. But what is going to be done to him?
My father is never at home because he is traveling all the time in all countries, he is a very famous businessman of a company he founded years ago, my mom also works as a teacher in high school and university at night. Dory, her name is my younger sister, is 13 years old and walks up and down with her friends all day. I spend time watching Netflix and talking to Mariza.
My aunt on my dad's side lives in Spain with the rest of the family that has progressed over the years due to large companies. Mariza stayed here to keep me company and on top of that I was the only one I liked in the family in this regard. I didn't trust anyone else to tell him my things. In a few months we would also go to live in Madrid, since I had no friends here because it wasn't the big deal. So I was eager to go to Madrid and spend more time with my cousin.
And yes, two years passed, still unable to overcome that I loved Wesley but ended up accepting that and my family and I went to Madrid, where I think it did us better. While there began what is called "my teenage life."
Days after moving and having everything ready, I decided to go to school. It was already necessary.
• Dominick
My name is Dominick Larsson Navarro. I am 11 years old, I live in Barcelona. I am a child who tries to grow up normal and be a good son and brother. My brother's name is Adam, we are twins. I love my brother more than anything, he is my only friend, and for whom I would get into any problem. And well, we are quite naughty and he is the only one who helps me with my strange illness. I can't remember all the past events and it's because I have a short-term memory.
It's something annoying and at the same time interesting.
I was playing with my brother in the courtyard of the house. It was a very hot day, but my brother and I kept playing for anything.
"Come on Adam, let's go this way," I say in whispers as I hide in the bushes.
"Dominick and Adam!" Come here!" Dad called us with that hoarse and mysterious voice that intimidates us every time he speaks.
"Yes, Dad?" I asked, noticing my nervousness miles away.
"You are useless!" Some good for nothing!" he yelled at us, I noticed how Adam closed his eyes as he shouted: "And you..." he pointed to me. "A faggot..." he looked at me from top to bottom with contempt.
I always live insulted and bullied by my own father. He has always been a stalker and a manipulator, he always gets what he wants... And I also know that he cheats on Mom, but I wouldn't tell him; it would be a very strong blow.
You may wonder what I do about it...
I cut myself.
Nobody knows yet, not even my brother. Who is my only friend.
Every time he finishes scolding me, more than my brother, I end up locked in my room crying, taking out all my anger through cuts.
"Ricardo!" Do you know what you provoke by yelling at the child like this? - I hear my mom complain to Dad, she had just scolded me.
"We are raising a faggot... what should I expect from him?"
"Enough Ricardo! Stop once and for all!"
My mom didn't talk anymore.
I was still in my world... Blood and strides on my arm. Mom opened the door without warning and saw me.
"Dominick, what are you doing?" my mom yelled at me when she saw me bleed.
"Nothing mom..." I replied by releasing the blood-stained blade.
"Nothing mom..." I replied by releasing the blood-stained blade.
"This is for your father, isn't it?" She told me approaching.
I nodded.
"Come on... Since when has it happened?" she asked me helping me get up to take me to the bathroom.
"A long time ago... A lot..." I closed my eyes where my heavy tears came out full of rage and at the same time disappointment of myself. "Mommy... I want Dad to love me... He loves me as much as I do to him..." I tell him. I have a knot in my throat that I try to hide by swallowing saliva.
"For God's sake..." she said quietly opening the sink key taking my hands to the water. He didn't say anything about Dad.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry mom..." I whispered without avoiding crying.
"My child is fine." Okay, don't cry anymore... I'll always be here for you, okay?
I watched the blood pass into the pipe. All that hateful blood, full of anger and all my weight and depression. I hate myself so much.
Mommy's words were not eternal. He soon discovered that Dad was cheating on him.
But many things had happened before it:
I was watching TV, when you hear the door and I see that it is my father coming from work.
He approaches me and observes all the mess.
"I'm sick of me telling you to do something and don't do it, you're not like your brother, he does everything I ask him, for a damn time I ask you to tidy up the room while your mother and brother are in the middle and you raisins," he reproached making gestures of discomfort. Dominick, are you listening to me?
"You scold and more scolding, you only know how to do that, you are becoming your wife, a bad fuck." I replied. He realized that he knew everything about his other wife.
"Okay." Enough is enough Dominick, you're in serious trouble!" he told me, pointing to me. You are punished for a full month and I'm going to whip you, that will be your punishment for not wanting to obey me...
"Dad, what are you going to do to me?" I ask as I saw him approach.
"I teach you to obey me..." he says as he takes off his leash.
"No!" Wait!! - I shouted, while he pulls my arm and hits me with the fist. He ends up taking off his pants, he unbuttons me and I see his smile of depraved, of demon. I was trying to scream but his hand covered my mouth preventing my screams from coming out. "MMMMHN!!" I shouted, with tears coming out of my eyes, I think I knew what awaited me: I was going to be raped.
Everything cleared up when I felt a strong finch pierce my anus. I shouted even louder as I heard his breathing shake.
"MMMMMNN!!" I complained about the severe pain. The more I tried to scream and take off Dad clung to him, the more I had no escape. I was lost.
"Oh!" he shouted as he penetrated me me me mercilessly.
I looked back and tried to evade him, but it was impossible for me, I began to feel something liquid slip through my leg. I gasped of pain, I realized that that liquid was blood, it was obvious, it was virgin and it was being torn by my father's cock.
"OH GOD!" he shouted while penetrating me strongly. I screamed, even with his hand in my mouth, preventing me from screaming freely.
I felt like a thick liquid stained the walls of my anus and Dad's groans say:
"Son, fucking you is much better than having ever fucked your mother."
He left me lying on the couch. I stayed in the position I had while he committed that.
I cried non-stop. He squeezed the furniture cushions as hard as he could, scratched the fabric of the armchair, full of anger.
Because worst of all this is that it was my birthday.
July 31.
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During my birthday party, there was not a single smile. Only complete frustration. 12 years old and had already been raped by my father, the person who was supposed to be for me, supporting me and consenting to me and giving me love.
Something has changed, I will never be the same as before...
Is it possible for someone to go through what I've gone through?
I don't wish my life experiences to anyone. They have been the worst: a father who mistreats you, who despises you and takes advantage of the fact that you are sick and you can do nothing about it.
After the divorce of that man and my mother, there was a lot of fuss in which one would stay with this man... But he loved me... And he managed to achieve it since the very pig is a lawyer in law.
My life couldn't be more miserable. I soon forgot everything that had happened to me; yes, I forgot it. I receive therapy for my illness, but I still try to improve myself.
I soon forgot the whole past. I soon forgot I had a family. I soon forgot everything. But something was being born in me, I'm sure nothing good.
Yes, I have already wished for death. Kill me, nobody cares about me. One day I heard my father talk to some neighbors, I went with them and I never saw him again. I forgot that one day there was a family life... Everything, it's over.
I managed to stabilize myself from that state, to forget everything quickly, but I still didn't remember everything and I soon started doing it...
At 14 I met Ethan in my first year of high school, we empathized and we had a lot in common. He soon became my best friend. I got along very well with him. Her half-sister Mia also became my best friend. Between them there was a rare relationship which only I knew, they loved each other, but they preferred not to prove it or walk together, each one knew the secrets of the other but they did not get involved or judged before it. They only supported each other.
In the house the family was united, but I didn't have such extreme communication with them. I felt something inside me that wouldn't let me be reliable with them. And it was not for the sake of not trusting, but rather for pleasure.
I was with Ethan all the time and at 15 they bought me my first motorcycle, it was our birthday present, since Ethan turned a few days after me, they also bought him one to go learn with me.
They were the best years of my life, Mia was already back a whole woman, beautiful, who you could not stop looking or thinking about her beautiful curved and perfect body. Besides, best friend. On that side, my life was perfect.
But something began to emerge that was not in my plans...
Sweet past.