punoqǝɹ 'uoʞɔǝq 'spɹɐʍɹoℲ 'punoqǝɹ 'uoʞɔǝq 'spɹɐʍɹoℲ 'ʞɔɐq ʎɯ ɥɓnoɹɥʇ sɹɐʇs ɓuıqqɐʇS 'ʞɔɐl ɟo ʎɹǝʇsʎW 'uʍolɔ ɐ ǝʞıl sɥɓnɐl ʇɐɥʇ puıM 'punoɥ ɐ ǝʞıl slʍoɥ ʇɐɥʇ puıM 'sʍolq puıM 'sǝɥʇolɔ ʇɟos ʎɯ ɓuıppǝɥS 'ǝsolɔ sǝʎǝ ʎɯ ɓuıʇʇǝ˥ 'ʍou noʎ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ ʇou ɯ,I '„ʍou noʎ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ ʇou ɯ,I„ 'ɓuıʞuıɥ⊥ 'ʎuɐdɯoɔ noʎ ɓuıdǝǝ⋊ 'ɐǝS pɐǝᗡ ǝɥʇ ɹǝʌO

Your relationship with your family has always been rocky. Mostly due to you not conforming to their more...conservative views. However, you didn't have anywhere better to go, so...

You'd been dealing with it like normal, assuming that what happened within your house was normal, despite no one else seeming to have these rules.

All of your friends' families seemed...normal? Charlie's parents supported him no matter what, Aryan and Walker's parents were always around, and Dior and Leah? You didn't understand how their parents could even let them work with boys.

Your parents only agreed to let you be in the PJO show if the script only had minimal contact between you and male costars, and if you were clothed "modestly".

However, one day, as you were changing into your clothing for the day, Daniel walked in on you. You'd been in the middle of pulling on a shirt, and he saw bruises and scars. The ones your dad inflicted upon you during one of his..."purity" sessions.

You were the only one in your family to endure these sessions and, you always wondered why, if they were meant to make you pure and holy, they instead always made you feel used and dirty.

You wondered until Daniel and the others confronted you about the marks. When you explained the situation, your friends were horrified. You didn't understand.

"Do... Do your parents not perform purity sessions?" You ask, confused.

Tears fall from Leah's eyes and Aryan looks as though he'll be sick.

"Your father shouldn't be touching you like that. No one should be touching you like that," Dior whispers, placing a hand on your shoulder. "That's... We need to tell someone."