When I was in the 9th and 10th grades I had no friends and I felt alone. When I entered the 11th grade, I started to hang with “cool” kids. Before school let out last summer some of my friends came over to my house for a party. My uncle and his boyfriend showed up and my so-called friends started to rag on them about being gay. My uncle is not one to let things go, so he put my friends in their place. Some of my friends decided to tell their parents that my uncle came on to them and was trying to do other stuff. Their parents came to my house and talked to my parents about what had supposedly happened. My father asked me what happened, and I lied and sided with my friends. My father did not believe that his brother would do something like that, but my mother believed me.
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The short version: tell your mother, your father, and the police the truth.
If you don’t tell the truth, DN, you’re going to suffer worse things than a bad social life senior year. Keeping your mouth shut while your uncle is forced to register as a sex offender (for the rest of his life!) so that you can stay on the good side of a bunch of malicious little shits–excuse me, “cool kids”–you won’t ever see again after you graduate isn’t a recipe for lasting peace of mind. Popularity in the 12th grade is not worth betraying a family member for, and living with the knowledge that you ruined someone else’s life will ruin your own. You’ve heard of guilt, haven’t you?
–Friend of a Victim
–Enough’s Enough Woman
