I remember Sept of 92’, I wanted to see the movie Sarafina bad asf. My mom had to work, so she asked her boyfriend to take me. I was terrified, but excited. I didn’t think that a person that did awful things to me at home would do them in public. He chose the furthest, darkest, emptiest seats possible. The moment the lights went down he did whatever tf he wanted to. I heard every scream of help on the screen, nobody heard me. Although the lump in my throat silenced me, I hoped someone would help