“Okay, Marley. I finally managed to find you a good and reliable therapist,” My aunt informed me as she walked into the kitchen. Eric and I were sitting in the kitchen eating some cinnamon rolls my grandmother had finished making just a moment ago.
“Okay. When is the first session?" I asked. My nightmares about half of the things that were done to me were fucking with my mind and my sleep schedule. Sleeping was starting to become unbearable for me and I know it was breaking everybody's heart to see me like this. Hopefully this therapist will be able to help me work these issues and give me the help that I need.
"This Monday at three in the afternoon. This is a good time for us since we gotta enroll you at your new school immediately and we need to buy you all new school supplies,” My aunt informed me.
“Cool,” I nodded.
“And then I gotta figure out how we’re gonna deal with your brother and this issue with your parents,” My aunt sighed. The issue in question was about the day when my brother went to our parents’ house to retrieve my things. My parents were there that day and things went left from there when they started talking about me. My brother has a bad temper and when he gets started he doesn’t stop at all. From what Eric told me, Kyle almost beat our dad half to death until my mom called the cops on him. My dad had claimed that I was “an ungrateful disappointment”, that I’m “lucky that they didn’t kick me out”, and that they’re glad that they don’t have to deal with a “fat, waste of space like me”. I knew then that those words had set Kyle off in the worst of ways and I couldn’t blame him for going off like that. What kind of parents talk about their child like that?
“I’m gonna get the best lawyer I can find for this because no niece or nephew of mine is going to be punished for dishing out the karma somebody rightfully deserves, especially that shit for brains,” My aunt added.
“I’ll help with the later expenses. Kyle got in a few good hits for me,” Eric chuckled. Of course Eric was pleased about my brother beating the shit out of my dad. He’s never liked him from the moment they met a couple years ago and I can’t blame him. My dad was extremely despicable and he felt that he was better than everyone else when he was a lowly piece of shit that beat on his own child.
“In terms of college, how do you feel about going? Are you planning on staying back a year or do you want to just go ahead and go once you graduate? I don’t mind if you do stay back,” My aunt said, sitting down. Going to college was something I thought about because it meant that I was able to get away from my parents for good. It was actually my escape plan to be honest, but now that my parents aren’t a factor anymore I really don’t know what I’ll do.
After a couple moments of silent, I finally responded, “Umm...is it okay if I think on it a little more?”
“Sure, Marley. Take all the time you need and when you have made a decision, come talk to me. Okay?” my aunt replied.
The rest of the day went by pretty peacefully, which I wasn’t all that used to. It was kind of hard adjusting to my new environment because half the time I expected somebody to yell at me for being lazy or for just taking up too much space. It was nice to be able to sit in a room by myself without any type of interruptions.
Aside from adjusting to my new environment, being out of that school was a huge relief because at least I didn’t have to deal with those that bullied me with my sister. Not to mention that half of those same people were suddenly feeling “sorry” for me because they found out about my home situation from somebody’s mom that worked at the hospital I was at. I didn’t want to deal with that fake “concern” at that school was suddenly going to show me. What’s the point in doing all of that now when you didn’t do it before? It’s pointless.
Because of that same “concern”, some of them decided to post about me for social media and say that they were “upset” for me, how they couldn’t believe this happened to me, and how they wished they saw the signs. You know the same old bullshit people say to absolve themselves of any and all guilt they feel. I honestly don’t give a shit about them or their so-called “guilt” so everybody can kiss my ass. The only people that really stuck by me are my two best friends and the family I have. Nothing more, nothing less.
The only people I need in my circle are the ones that have stuck by me the most and that will never change until the day I die.
That very next Monday, I had my therapy session. It was a little uncomfortable because I didn’t feel comfortable telling the therapist about what I had been going through. The therapist assured me that I didn’t have to tell her anything until I felt comfortable, which I greatly appreciated. She said that we could just talk about anything I wanted to until I felt comfortable. I’m glad that my aunt brought me to one because it was the step in the right direction for me. Maybe some day I’ll be comfortable enough to tell my therapist what was going on, but for now I’ll have to build myself up to it.
After my therapy session, my aunt enrolled me at my new school, which was at least forty minutes away from my old one in a new district. My aunt felt that it was best to enroll me in a completely different school district from my own because she felt that since the previous one failed me, then there was no point in staying there. It’s also worth mentioning that she’s going to sue that same district as well. My aunt was on the warpath with my parents, the school, and the district and rightfully so.
As for Valerie, I don’t know what the fuck she’s got going on right now and I don’t give a shit. The time away from her made me realize that she’s nothing more than a stranger who’s related to me by blood. She’s a piece of shit that I’d ignore if I saw her in the street. She deserves every last bit of karma to come her way. My aunt and grandmother understand where I’m coming from and have made it perfectly clear that they won’t push me to reconcile with her. Hell, even Kyle said to hell with her and he even disowned her too. Valerie was a mere stain in my life that I wanted to get rid of as much as possible.
“That principal gave me such a good feeling. I’m glad that I chose this school, even though it’s your last year,” My aunt said.
“Yeah. It seems great,” I responded.
“Your old school is a shit hole,” My aunt added. That couldn’t be further from the truth. The only thing they had going for them was sports and that’s it
“Let’s go pick up some supplies plus a new backpack for you, sweetie,” My aunt told me. We headed to Staples to grab the supplies, then to a sporting goods store for the backpack. We managed to get everything within a day and then headed to get something to eat before heading home. We decided to eat somewhere around the area.
“It’s a good thing I made sure to check on your credit report as soon as possible. Thankfully, they didn’t fuck it up and I’m happy they didn’t,” My aunt told me. Somehow I lucked out with that.
“I’m going to buy you a lock box of your own as soon as possible. That way you’ll have somewhere to put your important documents,” She informed me.
“Sounds good to me,” I responded.
“And I'm thinking that maybe this summer we should do something relaxing like go to the beach or something," my aunt said. I've never been to the beach before. My parents never took me and they always made up an excuse for why I couldn't go. Kyle always threw a fit whenever they excluded me and stayed behind while my parents had their dream vacation with their precious daughter.
To have my aunt suggest that we go to the one place I've been deprived of for years made me emotional to the point of tears.
My aunt became alarmed by my sudden emotions, "Oh my gosh! Marley, I'm so sorry. Did I say something wrong?"
"N-No," I stammered, "I'm just happy."
"Going to the beach. I've never been before," I sobbed. She took my hand into hers with a gentle smile on her face.
"Is that all? Well, this summer and many more summers to come, we're going to make up for every single vacation you've missed out on. Just me, you, your grandmother, and your friends too, okay?"
"I'm going to make sure that you have enough fun to make up for all those years. Think of this as my way of apologizing for not doing anything sooner and my way of showing you how much I love you."
"You're welcome, Marley. I'm going to work hard to make sure that the rest of your life is filled with nothing, but love."
Hearing my aunt say that made a little hopeful for the future and happy that somebody was helping me along the way. Some day I'll be able to make it up to her and I'll make good on that promise for sure.
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