Part 13: telling my story

Jen's POV:

I was crying so bad. Callahan told me I was safe. I didn't believe that, but I figured I would be safe if I stopped with crying and told them.

"He shot her, we all watched. A year later, my brother Daniel told my father he was homosexual", I said.

"And he started abusing him too", Morgan finished.

"Yes, I hate him so much. There is nothing wrong with being gay! I don't understand!", I said/yelled.

"Please tell me it gets better", my dad said.

"Not yet. When I was eleven, I had my first haemolacria tears. Since than my father saw me as a witch".

"Why?", Hotch,  I think, asked.

"In the middelages when a woman cried blood they thought she was a witch so they executed her", dad answered. 

"Yea. Anyway. When I was 12, hired a guy called John Pentagrent. He raped me in his house, and he killed my brother Daniel", I wiped the red tears of my face. "I finally escaped his house, I just ran and ran. When I felt my pockets, there was pocket knife in it. I attemped suicide, somebody saw me and sent me to the hospital", I had never told anybody my story. It was silent.

"Do you cut yourself?", dad asked me with fear in his voice.