We waited at the bus stop after school for my mother to pick me up.
I told him not to kiss me when she arrived.
He teased me, saying he would.
I told him not to kiss me.
When the van came into the parking lot, I stood up and walked towards it.
My mother was looking right at me.
He grabbed my hand. Pulled me back…
And kissed me.
Because he kissed me, I was yelled at the whole way home.
Because he kissed me, my mother threw away the dress she bought me for semi-formal, saying I would no longer be going.
Because he kissed me, my mother threatened to pull me out of school and homeschool me again.
Because he kissed me, I fought to stay in school and I fought to go to semi-formal.
That fight led to me being kicked out of the house for the first time.
That fight led to my father taking my retainer, which had two false teeth on it – the front two, because they never grew in. He told me to see who thought I was beautiful without it.
Being kicked out, led me to walking to a neighbours home and asking to stay the night.
Me sleeping over, led to the first call being made to Child Protection Services.
When I told him the next day what had happened, he was in disbelief.
That a kiss could cause this outcome.
I looked at him and said,
“I told you, not to kiss me”.