STOP IT, IT STILL HURTS!

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Lily sat quietly in her room the next day, staring at her favorite stuffed bear. The comforting hum of the rain outside was gone, replaced by a heavy silence that pressed against her chest. She kept replaying the events in her mind, unsure of what to do next. Her heart ached with confusion, and she wished she could just forget what had happened.

John knocked lightly on her door before stepping inside. “Hey,” he said softly, his usual confident tone replaced by something quieter, almost apologetic. He stood by the doorway, looking at her with guilt in his eyes.

Lily glanced up but didn’t say anything. She clutched her bear tightly, feeling the lump in her throat grow.

“I’m really sorry, Lily,” John said, sitting down on the edge of her bed. “I didn’t mean to make you upset or hurt you. I thought it was just a game.”

Lily looked at him, her eyes filled with tears she had been holding back. “It didn’t feel like a game, John,” she whispered. “It felt wrong. And it hurt.”

John nodded slowly, his face serious. “I know. I didn’t understand either. I thought it was something fun, but I was wrong.”

They sat in silence for a moment before John added, “I think we should tell Mom and Dad. They always say we can talk to them about anything, right?”

Lily hesitated. The thought of bringing it up to their parents made her stomach twist. What if they got angry? What if they didn’t understand? But deep down, she knew John was right. They couldn’t keep this to themselves.

“Okay,” Lily said finally, her voice trembling. “But you have to tell them too.”

John nodded, his expression determined. “We’ll do it together.”

That evening, after dinner, Lily and John asked their parents if they could talk. Their mom and dad exchanged a glance, sensing the seriousness in their voices, and turned their full attention to them.

“What’s on your minds, kids?” their dad asked gently, setting his laptop aside.

Lily looked at John, and he gave her a small nod of encouragement. Taking a deep breath, she began to explain. “Yesterday, we saw something on TV. It wasn’t a cartoon or a show we usually watch. It… it was different. And we didn’t understand it.”

John chimed in, his voice steady but nervous. “We tried to do what we saw in the video, but it didn’t feel right. It hurt Lily, and we stopped. We’re really sorry.”

Their parents listened intently, their faces growing more serious as the story unfolded. When Lily finished, her mom reached out and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said softly. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You did the right thing by telling us.”

Their dad nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Thank you for being honest with us. What you saw wasn’t meant for kids, and I’m sorry we weren’t paying closer attention. We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Lily felt a wave of relief wash over her. Her parents weren’t angry—they were understanding. For the first time since the incident, she felt like everything might be okay.

The next day, their parents made some changes around the house. They added parental controls to the TV and made a rule that Lily and John could only watch shows they approved. They also promised to spend more time with them, making sure they felt supported and safe.

Lily and John learned an important lesson that week—not just about boundaries, but about the importance of speaking up when something didn’t feel right. And their family grew closer because of it, finding strength in each other’s love and understanding.

As the days turned into weeks, the memory of the incident faded, replaced by new, happier ones. Lily felt more confident knowing she could always turn to her family for help. And whenever she felt uneasy or unsure, she reminded herself of what her mom had said: “You can come to me with anything, anytime.”

It wasn’t just a promise—it was a bond that made her feel safe, no matter what.