CHAPTER 8
Petree listened as Hron and his friends spoke. He could hear the concern and sadness in their voices. The one thing that really stuck in Petree’s mind was that they wanted him to talk to someone about what happened to him. Why couldn’t they understand that the last thing Petree wanted to do was talk about everything.
All I want to do is forget. I want to turn back time when I was a blip on a screen. The days where no one even noticed I was in a room. When I had my wings and didn’t feel Chantal and his men’s hands all over his body.
Every time Petree closed his eyes, he could see, smell, and feel those nasty men. He felt so dirty and even with showers and bed baths he couldn’t get their touch away from him. How did one talk about something like that without sounding insane.
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