Chapter 8 - I know how to attack too.

So, a whole plan was made to get us back home. My mother, right after the service, went to the neighbor's house, who also knew the whole story and promptly helped. Exactly at midnight, we went to the neighbor's house and went through her second floor that overlooked my mother's house, with the help of my mother's partner, we jumped over the wall and went back there. And with a calmness that I had not seen before. I saw in my mother before that she waited until the next day and did not tell us to be too quiet because no one would know that we were there with her. She went to the Children's Affairs office and said that she had heard that the girls had run away to try to find her and filed a request for replacement custody that everything had really happened because we wanted to go back to her then and she made it very clear about the virginity test, which had shown that none of us had suffered any violation.

Without any conclusion, social services decided to return the children to her, so the next day my mother alerted her that we had shown up at her house completely dirty and disoriented and crying a lot and thus began a saga of visits to the psychologist and the childcare assistant every month we were monitored because when asked if there had been rape of a vulnerable person I could say thank you and I will never know if there was a bizarre way of teaching, I don't know. We cannot see people's hearts or minds, but in the end this monitoring lasted for years and they passed slowly, but something was in my mother, she was not the same or I simply created something in my mind to escape the reality I was living at that time my mother became someone with drier feelings and everything was done according to a routine or something already pre-recorded, she attended a religion that I was also part of, whose people called it the Mormon church, I got to know it and liked the place. They treated me with great affection, I developed and I confess that it was the best place because each one followed a little bit of a different path. Anne and I were very close because they always said that we are daughters of the same mother and the same father, deep down I thought we were closer, she got tired of feeling so alone and my cousin, who was almost my age, made a point of inviting me to play just to show me what she had achieved that I could not have or play with. So I moved and there the church was my refuge there I learned to be a girl faithful to my principles and I was able to clear my mind I learned to know that strong and courageous even if the world is falling apart I can get up like a warrior. It was a fascinating time when I was about to turn fifteen, the girls in the church who were the same age were celebrating their debutante party and mine was coming up, I confess that I was terrified because I knew what my condition was. At school everything went as well as possible because I wasn't the most popular and for a teenager school could be a terrible experience, the groups were already formed and the one that accepted me was the rock group and I fit into that group (note: I still really like rock), besides, I wasn't that fragile, but previous experiences made me see that I could no longer count on my sister to break my face when they forced me to do what I had to do, otherwise I would be broken, so I became the school's heavy rocker and I confess that this title was incredible, the defender of the weak and oppressed, who would have thought...