The Devils Influence [ COMPLETED]

Coffee

I had never been a "victim" of anything. I never felt comfortable with telling my story, it's almost like I was too ashamed to admit what happened to me. I still can't figure out the feelings that I felt when it happened. Why didn't I scream, why didn't I try to run away? I truly cared for my Uncle aside from my parents he was like my best friend who I trusted with my entire life.
   You could say that I loved him but, is this what love feels like? Why does it hurt and feel good at the same time? People are telling me that it's okay if I never fully recover as long as I can accept what happened I'll eventually find happiness in life. This wasn't supposed to be my childhood, it wasn't supposed to be shattered and then left for me to pick up the pieces.

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A week before my 28th birthday I received a call from an unknown number. My mind scrambled in a panic trying to figure out who's calling me, the only people who have it are my colleagues and my assistant. I answered it and the voice behind the phone spoke sending flares of anger and disgust down my spine.

"Beht? Hello are you there? It's your mother and I need to talk to you. Can you meet me at the coffee shop on 23rd?"

The last time my mother said that she needed to speak with me was the second worst day of my life. I still wonder if I was relieved that she found the courage to tell me the truth even if the price was our relationship or naïve that I could live a normal life with the devil behind a smiling mask.

*****Flashback****

When I moved out of my parents house to go to college my mother unexpectedly called me into the kitchen to discuss something with me. They have been trying to talk me out of going to a school that's 5 hours away from them and wanted me to stay close to home. I refused every time they mentioned it standing my ground that I had made my final decision.

" Beht? Do you have a minute? We need to talk to you." My mother yelled from the downstairs kitchen.

   I was in my room packing up all my belongs to go to my new dorm tomorrow. LA is known to have some of the best fashion schools and I got a scholarship because they liked my work I submitted for a contest. The administration board believed that I have a lot of potential in the Fashion Industry.

Wrapping up my last box I rushed downstairs to my mothers voice, suspicious of what we need to talk about.

"Sit down Beht.... So we know you're very excited to start college tomorrow. We've seen you grow from our little girl into the beautiful woman you are today and your father and I are so proud of you."

She stopped to rest her hand onto my fathers that started to dig deep into her shoulder blade. She let out a shaky breath before she continued.

"You're father and I have something to tell you. We're only telling you this because you deserve to know the truth. We waited to tell you because we didn't want to ruin your chances at the bright future you created for yourself."

Her words started to peak my interest along with the tremble in her voice. My attention completely focused onto her next words.

" We knew about your Uncle Liam."

  If she wasn't my mother I could probably stab her right now. Her words ripped my heart into two and broke me when I tried so hard to patch myself back up again.

" We knew that in his younger years he was put onto the registry for touching one of his girlfriends little sister. He went through years of therapy to avoid jail time but it stuck on his record. We believed that he was a changed man and that being around you would make him want to try and start another family of his own."