This all happened like 3 days ago at 4 am so eh.
My homophobic,transphobic,abusive and full as catholic uncle: hey *deadname* let's go we're gonna be late to pick up ella(his daughter)
Me: uncle my name is gray now I've told you this before
My Uncle: *slaps me across the face and grabs my shirt collar dragging me to him* your name is *deadname* i don't give a fuck what you wanna stay you're just a little girl(dead gender) who needs to learn her(dead pronoun) spot in the world. How about I throw you into an alley and let them rape you HUH
Me: *doesn't speak cause I know he can hurt me worse*
My Uncle: Exactly now get your dumbass in the car
*NOT EVEN 5 HOURS! 15 MINUTES LATER*
Ella: *in her room with me* Hey Gray why's your cheek bruised?
Me: *mutters afraid* your dad
Ella: *calls the police on her dad and they come arrest him and take me and ella to her mom's house*
My catholic aunt who supports LGBTQIA+: *takes care of me and cries apologizing for him hurting me*
Me: *that night not even able to sleep* I hate myself . . .
Eric(Ella's older bro): Ask Gray if they wanna come
Dylan(Eric's best friend): Yo G Man i mean G Fam wanna go for a drive with us?
Me: Sure
*We went for a drive for 3 hours to clear our of minds*
Eric: did he hit you again?
Me: Yup
Dylan: Why won't you let me fight him E? He's literally toxic and abusive towards him{me} shit sorry G I-
Me: I'm fine with he/him pronouns D you're good
Dylan: *smiles softly at me* Alright
*All three of us go to the gas station and get slushies and snacks and go back to Eric's mom house*
Dylan and Me: *just talking on the drive back and me falling asleep with my head on his lap*
Dylan: *plays with my hair and puts his hoodie on me to keep me warm*
Eric: I hate what my dad does to them its horrible and disgusting the police keep saying if they don't give a statement my old man can go free
Dylan: I mean you can't force it out of him besides we can talk to your mom about it later today right now let's just make sure G man feel safe.
*Skip to 1 pm*
Me : *still asleep*
Everyone else: *talking*
Dylan: *comes to wake me up and puts me on his back as we talk going downstairs*
Ella: *giving me a paper to write my statement*
Me: *finally has the guts to write the statement*
So moral of the story if you're in a abusive home or gotten abuse speak up and don't act like everything finds from your weirdo gonna become mute acquaintance grayson.
