P R O L O U G E
At the young age of twelve, I got molested by my best friends father. His sickening words haunted me for years, the feel of his hands tracing my frail body was the reason of my lack of sleep. I remembered my quivering hands trying to push his hands off of me but a twelve year old girl wasn't going to be able to fend off an forty year old man.
I remember the fright of not being able to tell anyone, his disgusting voice telling me that my parents would be dead if I told anyone what he did to me that night.
At the age of thirteen my mother died from a car crash, my molesters words rang throughout my head when the months went by as I watched my father fall into depression, giving into his previous addictions of alcohol. His drunken state of mind sent him over the edge. Whenever he would get wasted I would have to climb under beds, hide in cabinets, lock myself in the bathroom until he would fall asleep or leave so he wouldn't beat me.
I tried my hardest to convince myself that I shouldn't be mad at him, that he had just lost his wife but that could never justify his reasons.
When I was sixteen, I came back from school to our small apartment to find my father hanging from the ceiling. Smashed beer bottles were scattered around floor. I called the police, but I never shed a tear from his death.
I didn't have many friends, but one of the friends I did have took me in. They were kind to me, and I finally felt at home. I told them everything that had happened to me, and they got me help. They told me that they never saw the bruises on my arms, and that they felt guilty that they never noticed. I of course forgave them, and lived with them until I was nineteen. By that point I had saved up money and with their help, I got to pursue my dream of acting. I went around America and got small parts in television shows. But when I was twenty I was called to an audition in England for a show called Doctor Who.
My family was proud of me as I flew to London with my adopted sister.
By some chance, I got the spot. And somehow fell for my co-worker.
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