My experience took place when I was seven. I’m not going to go into detail, partly because over the years I’ve pushed a lot of them out of my mind. It almost feels like a weird nightmare at this point, 20 years later. Also, I take trigger warnings seriously and wouldn’t want anyone to be affected by the violent details I do remember. What I will say is that it involves being locked in a closet with two younger brothers while the older brother played video games with his back against the door. All of the perpetrators were under 15. And because of something some people familiar with fundamental religions call “the two witness rule” no one was ever charged. My attackers grew up and moved away unscathed. No one ever knew.
Judy was tired from driving for hours, but she’s glad she gave her husband a break. After a while the glare of headlights on the highway put a strain on his already bad eyes. She reached into the backseat and unclipped her daughter Ivy from her car seat. Fatigue made the weight of her tiny body seem heavier. She took a moment to appreciate the angelic curls falling into her peaceful face despite the dead weight.