One day, Liz sat on the bench at the park. Watching people passing by, reading through their body language, trying to read their stories only by the look of them. She is used to do this to pass time, alone. A male adult, probably in his early thirties, walking, forcing his hands around the waist of a much younger girl. He seemed afraid anyone would catch that move, looking right and left in a swift. Her body clearly shows everything else but acceptance of his touch. That caught Liz’s attention right away. She kept following them with her eyes, reading their lips and movements. Liz was sure that the poor girl was frightened, but cannot say a word. That man was someone the girl knows very well, otherwise, he would not risk taking her to such a public place where anyone could know him or her.
A few moments later, Liz is sure he is her uncle. He sat with the girl near Liz, which enabled her to listen to their conversation with shock. He told her to keep quiet because no one will believe a young, naive girl anyway.
He ordered her to accept his disgusting touches and whatever he does to her because that’s why girls are born. The little girl cannot do anything but shaking her head with her eyes full of tears and fear.
That moment took Liz back to that horrendous night. To the night when she was so naive and trusted everyone. To the night when she realised how weak she was, physically and emotionally.
That night was so dark that it was even impossible to recognise the faces of the people sitting in the balcony at the time. It was not so long since Liz and her sisters arrived at their uncle’s house for the first time. He was merely a stranger to them, but they were just obliged to visit him.
Liz’s uncle, Davis, started a discussion of things they fear. Liz proudly stated that she is not afraid of anything at all. Their uncle said he has a game where he explained the rules, which involved force in holding the player and the challenge is to try to get away from him. Among her three sisters, who were there that night, he chose Liz. She refused, gently, because he’s not really allowed to be that close to her, physically. However, Davis ignored Liz’s refusal and forced himself and touched her body, inappropriately. Liz tried to push him off, but he was so strong that she couldn’t even move an inch. Nobody was able to see what he is actually doing, the whole situation was awkward for the rest of her sisters.
Later, Liz went to the bedroom, shaking, her whole body was shaking of shock and disgust. She never expected it to be that horrifying. She thought she would easily get over it since it was only “touches” and nothing more. She cried. She was shaking and crying so hard that she felt she was dying. Dying of shame, dying of feeling helpless, dying of feeling her privacy had been stolen away from her. She was violently violated. A few minutes later, her uncle simply texted her: “are you upset?” She replied: “no.” He texted again: “are you still adventurous then?” She left it unread.
She could not call for help. She thought it will be always her fault. And no one will believe her. She just kept quiet. She just died a thousand times in silence. She had nightmares. She relived that night every time she had to meet her uncle again. And she will suffer forever.
Liz didn’t know how to save that girl. She waited for her uncle to be distracted and told her a single advice: “sweetheart, speak up now or you will be silenced for the rest of your life.”