Y E A R 2010, M A R C H 20.
S O M E W H E R E I N P A N G A S I N A N, D A G U P A N.
"Aunt, y-you must believe me. U-uncle molested m-me. I..." My aunt, the wife of the person who molested me, slapped me hard. My body was filled with bruises and scars that had healed from the a***e I received at the hands of the people I lived with.
"The thickness of your face! I let you stay in our house because you begged me to take you! But what did you do?! You flirted with my husband and then you said he touched you?! The thickness of your face! You have no shame! " She shouted at me. She violently pulled my hair and dragged me out of the house.
"Get out! It doesn’t mean I have been so kind to you; you can just flirt with my husband! You’re still young, but you know how to flirt, and really with
