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“What…” My words get stuck in my throat and I gulp before I look at Mum. “What about your exhibition? I ruined it, didn’t I?”
“Fuck that. I don’t need it or my whole career as long as I have you, Bran. I need you to know that.”
I hug her then, burying my face in her neck, trembling in her hold. “Thank you, Mum.”
“No, thankyoufor coming back to me, hon. Thank you…thank you…”
Dad pats my back and Glyn leans on my shoulder as she cries softly, her body shaking.
And I know, I just know I’ll be fine as long as I have them.
It’ll hurt.
But it won’t be as painful as hiding myself from them.
It’s time I properly say the words I should’ve shouted eight years ago.
I pull away from Mum’s embrace and suck in a sharp breath. “Mum, Dad. I have something to tell you.”
“Anything, son.”
“I think I need help. Please help me get better.”
* * *
I spentwhat seems like hours spilling my guts to my parents and Glyn. Everything that I couldn’t say before, everything that I buried in my chest and swallowed down with air.
There was a lot of crying and hugs, but I didn’t feel sad afterward, no. More like hopeful and light. As if I finally breached the surface of the inky lake I’ve been drowning in for eight years.
Dad said he’s pressing charges of sexual assault of a minor against Grace, and Mum said she’ll have her banned from the arts council that she currently presides over. She’ll have her stripped of her peer title in the House of Lords and drag her through the mud.
The thought of courts and a legal process gives me a headache, but I want justice.
I want to finally give fifteen-year-old me what he always wanted—justice—and hope that one day, he’ll forgive me.
He’ll one day look at me in the mirror and smile. Even if only once.
I know it’ll take time and a fuck ton of therapy, but I can wait. He waited for me to catch up for eight years, the least I can do is be patient as he leaves the cave I shoved him into for so long.
Earlier, I spoke to the therapist the NHS sent me and it was hard, but I blurted the words out.
I want to get better not only for myself, but also for the man I love.
The man who’s nowhere to be found. Dad told me Nikolai is the reason I’m alive. He’s the one who kept the pressure on my neck as if his life depended on it and carried me to the car before they drove me here.
He stayed for the entire seven hours of the operation, but apparently, he left as soon as they were told I was stable.
Thinking about the possibility that he wants nothing to do with me makes me jittery.
It’s why I did what I did in the first place. The thought of him seeing me differently and hating me gave me that shove over the edge.
I stare at Glyn and she smiles as she cuts me some avocado. Dad is talking to the police. Mum is with the doctors.
But my sister refuses to leave my side.
“I don’t suppose you know where my phone is?” I ask.
“Nope. But you can use mine.” She unlocks it and passes it over.
