Corrupted (Part 11: A Salvation)--by Emi

As a way for my mom to try and help me, she talked my Aunt Ester into letting me stay for a month during the summer. My cousin Sara, her oldest daughter, had a fight with me during christmas, but my mom had gotten us to talk again and something had sparked. We began to really get along and care about each other. Mom thought that this might have been the perfect thing to help me while she took me to a counselor out in California.

While I was staying at Sara's, mom got a call from my counselor out in Utah. Mom had been trying to get a hold of him, but because the secretary liked Sue, she had kept the messages from the doctor. Once he found out, he was furious at the secretary and called my mom right away. Mom didn't tell me the whole conversation, but I did get one thing out of it. He told my mom that if she didn't get me out of that house, I would be dead within a year.

After my suicide threat on the bus, Mom believed it and began to think of ways to get me out. Her health was at its worst and she wasn't sure if she was up to a court fight. Mark told her he would help with anything, trying to show her that they had to be strong if they were going to save me. Mom and Mark were the only ones to believe me.

Sara and I would talk late into the night, spending hours playing games and laughing about random things. Aunt Ester would always have to yell at us, telling us to be quiet and go to sleep, but we never listened. We'd pretend to be asleep as they got ready for bed. As soon as they had gone into their room, we would sneak over and shut the door, ready to talk again.

As we got closer, I found myself often thinking about Utah. Sue had almost stopped me from going to California, and I wondered what would have happened had she succeeded. My heart was breaking under the fake smiles that I was showing, and Sara began to notice it.

I finally broke down one night, telling Sara everything that had happened, crying on her shoulder. Sara, while not knowing what to do, hugged me and told me it would be alright. I calmed down a bit, putting things to the back of mind like I always did.

Mom showed up a few days later, ready to take me to the counselor she had set up a date with. I don't remember much of the session, aside from the feelings of fear as we drove to the counselor's office. For what I had seen, all counselors did was hurt, not help.

Kent called a little after the session, asking me how things were. I put up my normal act until I saw Sara sitting on the bed looking at me with sadness in her eyes. I stopped pacing, looking at my cousin who was doing everything to be my friend now, and shook my head.

I sat down, trying to stay calm. "Daddy? I want to move in with mom."

I think I took him by surprise, but he said he would consider it. I spent the next week praying that he would say yes, constantly asking mom if he had finally accepted to let me move in with her. She backed away from the idea, letting Kent make the decision so that he might say yes. She knew that had she tried to force it, he would say no automatically.

I was shocked when I got a call from mom telling me that he had agreed. He said he was going to let me stay for a year and see how I liked it. I went back to Utah to gather things and get ready to leave.

That was the summer of 1998. I was finally free. But even by being away from the house and place where all the horrible things had happpened, I still had a lot to go through before I would ever be okay.

I will never forget that summer. As u can see, i remember the date exactly. it was during July when i finally asked, and in August I went back to pack and left them near the end of august.

I admit things get worse, but luckily, it's not abuse anymore. these next parts will show how I dealt with it... or how I didn't deal with it..

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