One little lie

You wouldn't think on lie would change your life, but this one did.
At eight you don't think that lying would change so much about you and your life , but this one did.


I guess the beginning of the story started with a sleepover.
I had recently made friends with the girl who live across the ally from me.
She was older then me by a year, but I though we'd be the best of friends.
I didn't know how wrong I would be.
We had the sleepover at my place because I could breath at her place.
(I'm not asthmatic I'm just allergic to cigarettes smoke.)
My second eldest brother was home for some reason that I can remember now.
As far as I can remember we had a great time until it was time to go to sleep.


The brain is amazing.
It finds the greatest ways to cope with the worst things.
For me it just shuts it out, completely.
And I'm totally thankful for it.
Because that nigh when things got bad my brain shut down and I went to sleep.


The next morning my friend told me what had happened and I told her she was a lire.
If I was unable to admit, or even remember, what was happening to me how could I say it could possibly happening to her.
And that is how everything spun out of control.

A few days later there was a knock at the door... it was the police.
They took my brother into custody.
That was  the last time I got to see my brother for a years.

A few days after that I was called into the Principal's office at school.
When I got there was three men there that I had never seen before.
There were introduced to me as two police officers and one therapist.
I was in a room with four men.
My principal, two police officers, and a therapist.
One girl and four men.
No way was I able to relax or be comfortable.
I was a on "Red Alert" the entire time.
I was interviewed by the police and was asked all sorts of questions.
Most of them were about my brother.
Then came the one question that changed my life.
When the question was asked I had the worst flash of my life, and to this day I'm still hauted by it.
And it was a yes or no question.
The truth was the answer to the question was yes.
But I didn't say yes... I said no!

I lied.

I lied.

I LIED!

To the police I lied.
And why did I lie.
Because I thought if I lied I could protect my family.
I could keep them my family together.
And that this terrible terrible thing would just fade away and be forgotton.

But it didn't.
And this lie, it ate me alive.
And some days it still eats me alive.