21
When Levin wasn't around, I told my mom and asked her to get a divorce.
I told her what I had experienced in the past. I was no longer ignorant. Instead, I revealed the true colors of Levin, all his dirty thoughts.
My mother frowned and defended him. "Sherlyn. You misunderstood Levin. He just likes kids."
"He likes kids? An adult hugs a little girl every day without any sense of propriety? He broke the lock because he likes kids? He crept into my room in the middle of the night because he likes kids?"
I had tried my best to stay calm, but the hatred I felt for so many years had almost drowned me.
"You think it doesn't matter because you never listen to me seriously! You have no idea what I went through all those years!" I shouted with red eyes.
"In short," I said indignantly, "You must divorce him. Marilyn told me that he... did the same thing to her."
My mother was stunned, and her face suddenly turned pale.