She wanted to scream as she watched the man's eyes slowly rise from below. Her voice had already reached her throat but she couldn't get out.
Several men came out of the small restaurant and helped her up in a playful manner. She cried and patted the dirt on her body as she walked, but the smell of alcohol on her body could not be dissipated.
She was crying not because of the stinging injury on her knee, nor because of anger and grievance, but because of a feeling of self-loathing.
The person in misfortune has a kind of resentment towards herself. She feels that it is some kind of damage to herself that has led to a certain fate.
An Yiyi never told anyone about this matter. At the age of ten, she stood at the door of her house and wiped away the tears on her face, pretending that nothing happened and didn't want anyone to ask about it.
An Yiyi opened the door with the key hanging around her neck. The house was quiet. She breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to go back to the room to change out of the clothes she swore she would never wear again in her life.
When passing by my father's study, I heard the dull sound of mahogany furniture being hit inside.
An Yiyi curiously saw through the crack in the door an expression of emotions that was impossible for her at that age.
An Yiyi slid her body along the wall. Her father was such a person. At that time, An Yiyi had never been exposed to the word homosexual. Such sexual images made An Yiyi feel that men are dangerous, full of aggression, and even disgusting.
An Yiyi heard the rustling sound of clothes being put on inside, and rushed into her room and leaned against the door. At this time, An Yiyi felt that she was no longer complete. Although she didn't seem to have changed, she always felt that she had become incomplete.