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Chapter 6 - 6. Realism

The whole summer was so much fun. I went camping with you, from which Floyd was super jealous and yelled at me all the time. One day we were driving home from the stables. It was a super hot summer day, so you wanted to go with me on my scooter. You didn't have a helmet, but you said it was ok. We drove down a hill on a sand road, and as I pressed the break we fell. I didn't catch the ground with my foot because together we weigh too much. You flew on me and I hit my head very hard on the just starting tarmac. We went back to the stables and cleaned ourselves and then left again. I was very much on blood. I had wounds on my stomach, hands, arms, legs and my head hurt like hell, but as a smart teenager I still didn't go to the hospital. Later that day we were sitting in V's car and you were talking about something we did the day before, and I realized I didn't remember anything from the last two or three days. I didn't say anything at first, because we were going camping and drinking later that day.

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Me and you were left behind as V and Miles went to get Floyd and Ryan from the train station. As usual, Floyd was super jealous because I was with you. The whole night he was mad from who knows what, but I was too tired to care. I was so tired and I didn't know why. I drank two beers and suddenly started to throw up. I threw up for a while and then went to our tent to sleep. I had a concussion. After a while of sleeping I woke up and felt Floyd on me. He was pulling my pants down and had his dick on his other hand.

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"Floyd no, please no, I don't want to", I mumbled to him as I felt a pounding pain in my head.

"Stop it Floyd I said I don't want to!" I tried to say. I was too weak to do anything and so he turned my head to my pillow and pressed it down. I passed out again. He raped me. The next thing I knew was Miles arguing with Floyd and then with Veronica. He hit her again and someone threw drinks on my tent. I'm lucky I wasn't up then. The night was a total disaster, but weirdly I didn't remember what Floyd did in the morning.

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Summer went by fast. I started to realize how toxic my relationship with Floyd was. He always put me in the housewife role, made me cook and clean at his parents house, and he talked shit about me in a language I didn't understand. He called me a whore multiple times, was always accusing me of cheating, threatened to murder my dad, called out my sister all the time, threatened to kill himself if I left him and he raped me. I should've known earlier, I still broke up with him nine times in five months. The ninth time was final. It was a day after my first horse died. I was at the stables knowing that they were going to put Peanut down that day. I felt awful. My first horse and most importantly, my best friend. Floyd called me as I was at the stables.

"Is Max there?" He asked. I didn't want to tell the truth. Yes you were there, but I didn't invite you, V and Miles took you with them. If I told him he would be mad, but if I didn't and he found out somewhere else, he would be even more pissed.

"Yeah he is", I finally said. Floyd started screaming at me. I watched my horse die as he was yelling at me, calling me a slut and whore and everything else he could ever imagine.

"Okay baby I gotta go, I'll call you later", I said. He kept yelling so I hung up. After a few seconds he called me again and kept yelling and I hung up again. I was lucky you were there for me. It was a hard day for all of us.

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The next day Floyd apologized and we had the most fun we have ever had. Then I knew, it was time. My father finally approved of me going to his house, but as soon as I got home I left him over the phone. This time for real. The best decision I've ever made. For a few weeks I talked to him every now and then. The breakup was hard for him, but I held my head up high, I had you. I only now started to remember everything bad he did to me. The rape, everything. I didn't remember any of that until now that I was free. I looked it up and found out that I had so-called "dissociative amnesia". It all made sense now.