A/N: To the bastard that raped me!

You

            I still remember that day; the day you took everything from me. I was only 7 years old when you raped me. I still, to this day, have nightmares about it.

            Why would you do that to someone, much less your own daughter, your own flesh and blood? Ever since that day, I have felt dirty and unholy. You took something very special from me and I can never get that back.

            I have tried to tell people but no one will listen. Everyone thinks im lying or just trying to get rid of you. That would be great if you left but that’s not going to happen anytime soon because my mom is in love with out.

            Every night since I was seven when I lay in bed to sleep all I can see is

You.

-         Kelsey Rose 1.28.12

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