It’s 2011. That means that I can go to the city where the father lives. I can stay for the weekend, and I can leave without being hurt.
That is what the adult part of me knows. I know that he no longer wants to hurt me. I know that I can go to a big city and stay there without him finding out. I can go to the museums and the shops. I can celebrate my birthday with my mother. I can leave without him even being aware that I was there. It’s 2011, and I have the ability to stay safe.
So why is there that little voice inside me asking questions in a terrified voice? Asking whether the sister will tell him where we’re going to be. Asking whether the aunt knows, and will tell him. What if he comes into the city and sees us? What if he touches us again? What if the mother doesn’t protect us again? What if we can’t escape?