I was paralyzed with shock.
I couldn’t scream, couldn’t shout, couldn’t move any part of my body.
I couldn’t do anything but stare with questions in my eyes at the man I’d called father for ten years.
The man who’d promised unending love and support to my mum after she lost her first husband.
The man who’d held me soothingly when I was in tears from my first set of menstrual cramps.
The man who’d promised to break the legs of any boy who ever hurt me.
The same man who was hurting me now in unimaginable ways.