But, You Owe Me a Favor

However, the New York family, or implied scamily chooses to accept, respond, reply, deny, the information in this book, doesn't matter. The memories of hiding underneath a bed, sobbing, and shaking in a locked room, after being beaten, and held down forcefully while being raped by three men, in rotation, two of which a foot taller and at least 50 pounds heavier than the newly turned 15-year-old boy, only minutes earlier will never stop. The replays of the memories of calling his dad and Stepmom, pleading to them for help, in tears and being hung up on, then beaten with the phone that was used to call for help, will never end. Begging G-d for the strength to open a window previously nailed shut, to escape, can never be forgotten. Searching for a razor blade to slice his wrists and die, or even a paperclip to stick in a plug socket and attempt to electrocute himself to death, as to avoid what he knew was coming, over and over and over again, will never be suppressed. Seeing shadows under the door, blocking the light while a key could be heard unlocking the room, and the fears and emotions, and prayers to die, and the begging to be left alone, can never be unremembered.