The Greatest Decision I've Ever Made

Chapter 2: The Decision Begins

"It started when I was three. My mom had a job where she traveled a lot, so it gave my dad lots of opportunities to get into action. One day my mom left for a weekend conference in Chicago, and then she was going to visit her cousins for a couple of days. My dad was getting me ready for bed. Brushing teeth, night-time stories, putting on pajamas, the usual. When he would help me get dressed, he would start rubbing his hand on my, well, you-know-what. That was about all he did for a couple years."

I looked at her in shock. By what she is telling me, I figured that someone would have caught on in the past eleven years. The doctor came in, introduced herself, and began the rape kit on Samantha.

"On my fifth birthday, my mom went out after my birthday dinner with a couple of her friends because they were showing 'Breakfast at Tiffanys' on the side of a building for one night only. That night, my dad was getting me ready for bed, and he pulled down his pants. He proceeded to touch himself, then made me touch him. And you would think oh would stop there, but you're wrong. On my fifth birthday, I learned how to touch myself with the help of my father."

"How come no one caught on to this?" I asked her in confusion.

"They didn't because he bribed me." Samantha said. "Not with money or anything, but with toys. He changed his bribery to what my specific age would like- ouch! That hurt!"

The nurse apologized after she put the sample from the anal test into the box.

"Anyway, then when I was seven, a month before my birthday, my family went on a cruise. Not just me, my mom and dad, and my brother, but my aunts and uncles came along with us. One night when we were docked, we all went to the islands to eat and stuff, but my dad told my mom that I felt ill, and that him and his brother were going to stay back with me. She was concerned at that point on why Richard, my uncle, was tagging along with him, but he explained that he didn't want to feel lonely so he offered. She went on. That night, I lost my virginity, and had my first threesome."

She began to tear up, and I could tell in her tone of voice that she was going back into bad memories.

"Take your time, Sam, you have plenty of it." I remind her.

"No, I have to stop this once and for all. When they were both done, they told me that they would get me that they would get me the big Barbie convertible car that I have always wanted for my eight birthday, along with the big dream house that every eight-year-old dreamed of having."

"Is that all he ever did to you?" I said, as I finished up the details from the stories she has given to me.

"Almost. The dad and uncle duo continued for four years. Sometimes just my dad, sometimes just my uncle, and sometimes both. But when I turned eleven, they started making a profit off of this. Both my aunt Jackie and my mom worked for the same business in the same field, so they both went on business trips together. One night my dad and uncle invited their friends over, and ran me like a prostitute business. $50 for blow-job, $100 for vaginal sex, $150 for anal, and $200 for a threesome with the partner of your choice. This went on until I was thirteen. That's when I got my first period, so dad had to be more careful. And by that I mean he needed to start wearing condoms so I wouldn't get pregnant."

I was terrified for this girl. She had been living in hell for the past eleven years and no-one had helped her. She was petrified for her own life, and nobody knew.

"So, tell me what happened tonight." I said, starting a new page in my notebook

"So my mom left for a business trip this morning and my dad came into my room when I was working on a history project, and started to undo his pants. At this point in my life, I just want to die every time he come into my room. I start to cry, like every other time, and he just enjoyed himself. Tonight, I started to fight back, but daddy doesn't like that's so he started to beat me, and he kicked me out of the house. That's when I went to your precinct and, well, now we're here."

Throughout her entire story, all I could see was a helpless girl, who came to me for help. I felt this connection with her, and I knew that after her story, that I had to get her away from these sick bastards that have been hurting her for almost all of her life.

"Don't you worry, Sam," I said to her as I grabbed her hand, "I'm not stopping until we put these sick bastards away."