Let The Walls Fall Down

*Dayton* · 04-08-2014, 10:58 AM

The earthen pelted boy sighed deeply. He had relived these memories many times before, more than he cared to admit. He would be strong when telling them to Misha. He wouldn't let himself crack. Dayton drew in a steady breath as he prepared to speak.

"When I was young, my father tried to rape my little sister." This was difficult enough to say. Little did his new friend know that the worst of his story was still to come. "Apparently he was used to doing this to his daughters. Despicable, I know. But he was a monster - we were used to his abuse."

"I tried to save her, to intercept him, but he simply turned on me. My slight figure and... feminine... bone structure made him think I was just another daughter and he - he, um, raped me instead." Saying it aloud. That was something the boy had never done. He felt something stab into him, piercing straight to his core like a cold knife. "That was traumatizing, as you can imagine. Well, you probably can't, but still. I ran with my sister and we escaped our father, but she fell ill soon after and passed away only recently."

By some miracle, Dayton had survived. His eyes were dry as he looked down at Misha, measuring her reaction. "So I hope you know that I understand your pain. But we can get through it together, if you'd like."

Walk.
"Talk."
Think.

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