An angel reached her hand to me.
"Stop ! Stop making fun of this! Leave him alone! So what if he dresses like a girl to provide for his family? None of you know what he's going through!"
"That bitch stole my money!" A man yelled from the circle of gasps.
"Well, surely a drunkard like you doesn't need all that currency to waste on Redden Beer! You're just a perverted old man who just paid all that money to use a child's body! You had it coming!
"This boy's name isn't "bitch" or "slut"! His name is Yanna, and he's just a kid like me!"
"You all aught to know how to treat a little boy right."
"Here, grab my hand. Walk behind me, now."
Reach Grab
I wiped my tears, my legs wobbling and waning when I stood.
She was an angel, and I was right.
I knew she would become someone big someday and leave this messed up village.
She had a light in her eye, her brown eyes glistening when she spoke.
She was beautiful, unlike me.
I was a boy with a dress to my thighs and pounds of powder on my face.
I seduced only old men and drunkards.
I always remind myself that it's for Virulintte. She has to survive this nightmare. She has to get out of here and do something big.
And so, I stood up and walked behind that angel.
And I became the devil.