Chapter 141
Chapter 141
“H–He tried to rape me! I defended
tears starting to run down my face.
My mother, phone in hand, screamed with hatred.
“Murderer! I’m calling the police! You monster p>
I stayed there, on my knees, unable
O move.
It was like the world around me was collapsing in slow motion.
There was no compassion in their eyes.
Only judgment.
They didn’t want to understand.
They didn’t care.
The man who tried to violate me was more important than their own son.
My legs were shaking.
My chest burned.
My head throbbed.
My body was suddenly yanked backward, rough hands throwing me to the ground.
I felt the cuffs dig into my wrists.
I groaned in pain as they hoisted me up without care.
The tears kept falling–but they weren’t just from fear.
They were from betrayal.
My own family handed me over like trash.
Because I’m gay.
Because I didn’t fit the mold they created p>
As they dragged me out of the house, my mind screamed, trying to make sense of it all.
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But everything felt like a blur.
Only one truth stabbed into my chest like a knife: they never loved me.
And now… I was completely alone.
They threw me into the back of the car like a sack of garbage.
My head hit the doorframe hard, making me cry out involuntarily.
The cop in the front seat laughed, showing no remorse.
The ride to the station felt like an eternity.
Every bump, every turn made my body ache more.
The tears wouldn’t stop, mixing with the metallic taste of blood on my bitten lips.
It felt like the world had decided to punish me just for existing.
When we arrived at the station, the smell of mold and rust filled my nose.
They shoved me into a small cell without saying a word. Just pushed me in and slammed the iron
door shut behind me.
I sat on the cold, damp floor, hugging my knees.
The silence in there was suffocating.
I cried.
Like I never had before.
The tears fell endlessly, soaking the collar of my shirt.
My chest felt like it was sinking in pain.
I had always tried to be strong.
I always fought against the prejudice, trying to hold my head high.
But knowing that my family chose to protect the man who tried to rape me instead of listening to me… it hurt.
It hurt like hell.
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I stayed there for hours.
My back ached.
My head spun.
At some point, exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep on the cold floor, still sobbing in silence.
The sound of the metal door slamming open woke me up. Before I could move, rough hands grabbed my arm and cuffed my wrist.
“Get up, trash,” a deep voice growled.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice still hoarse.
“Shut up! You’re going to your trial, murderer!” The officer barked, yanking me harshly.
I was dragged through the police station hallways like an animal.
Outside, a patrol car waited.
I was shoved into the backseat, the cuffs digging into my skin. The ride to the courthouse was silent, but inside me, confusion and fear screamed. I felt like I was sinking into a sea of injustice I couldn’t
escape.
The courtroom was cold.
Literally and figuratively.
White walls. Hard benches. All eyes were on me as I was led to the front. On the opposite side, I saw Otávio’s father.
The congressman.
His eyes were bloodshot from crying, but the hatred burning in his expression was impossible to
ignore.
Beside him sat a famous lawyer.
A courtroom shark.
And me?
I had no one.
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No real defense.
No chance.
The judge entered.
The proceedings began, but it felt more like a performance than a trial.
My words were dismissed.
My explanations were drowned out.
They tried to portray my sexuality as a perversion, as proof of violent, promiscuous behavior.
They attacked me with words, and all I could do was cry in silence.
The sentence came down like a blade:
“Convicted of homicide. Sentenced to serve time at Inferno Bay p>
Time froze.
The air left my lungs.
My legs gave out, and I collapsed to my knees in the courtroom.
Inferno Bay.
The worst place in the country.
The screams in my head drowned out every other sound.
I was going to die in there.
I knew it.
They were throwing me to the wolves.
All I had left was despair.
And the certainty that my life ended right there, in front of all those indifferent eyes.
Welcome to Hell
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