The Lie They Called Tradition-kybie

The next morning, he said something that made my heart race.

“We’re going to the police.”

I froze.

“No… no, sir,” I shook my head quickly. “They won’t help me. Nobody helps me.”

He looked at me seriously.

“Not this time.”

I wanted to believe him.

But fear had lived inside me for too long.

Still… I followed.

Because deep down, I knew I couldn’t go back.

Not anymore.