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Monica and Wade sat frozen, still reeling from Citrine’s story. For years, they had believed their little sister had been living a good life, never imagining the kind of abuse she had suffered in that old house.

With grim faces, they pulled up Twitter.

The moment they saw the trending clarification, both of them went pale. Tears welled up in their eyes.

CICI: My piano teacher was Dick. Privately, he was a pedophile who liked to hit people. I was only ten, confused and scared. I just knew that if I didn’t obey, I’d get beaten. What’s so wrong with not wanting to be hurt?

To tug at people’s hearts even more, Citrine had added a crying emoji at the end.

Hands shaking, Monica and Wade clicked on the video.

It opened with a brutal scene: Citrine being beaten. Previous versions had blurred out the abuser’s face, but now, for the first time, Monica and Wade saw him clearly.

It was Dick.

They fought the urge to storm out and kill him, forcing themselves to keep watching.

“Stupid brat, give me your hand.”

“If you don’t, I’ll beat you to death.”

“Hurry up.”

Young Citrine stared Dick down, her eyes icy. “I don’t want to learn piano anymore. Get out.”

Dick gripped his belt tighter, his face twisted with rage as he whipped it across her back. “Say that again, I dare you!”

Citrine shouted back, her voice full of disgust. “You’re disgusting. Get out of here!”

That was the last straw for Dick.

He grabbed Citrine by the throat, slammed her to the floor, and focused his blows on the parts of her body hidden by clothing.

By the end, blood was soaking through the back of her shirt. That’s when Citrine finally broke.

She sobbed, begging, “Please, teacher, I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you say. Please stop hitting me.”

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