On the way home, I never spoke and just watched the cars, city lights and the silent streets outside the window. I got swollen eyes because of crying and I feel sleepy. My whole body is tired despite the fact that I didn’t get to party, to dance, or even take my first sip on alcoholic beverages. People around me can say that I went to the party not to have fun but to cry and be traumatized.
After this experience, I don’t think I would be able to go to a party again without remembering the bruised faces of my brothers and how they fought.
Sometimes, I cannot stop myself from hating my brothers from being so sensitive towards people specially to guys who approached me. Yes, I know, they only want what’s best for me. They wanted to protect me and what Hugo and his friends did is bad a
