Getting Justice For our daughter

the day my life changed

⚠️ waring this chapter mentions sexual abuse of a child read with caution.

Today started like any other normal day. When mister enter inside the bathroom where l was taking a bath
I stared at the bruises all over my thin body, he barge into the bathroom without knocking first mommy and mama always told us none is never supposed to see us naked. Or touch us in places that are private, he just stares at me not saying anything
I tried to cover myself up. Mister begins to removing his clothes, l turn my head in the other direction. So I wouldn't see him, l feel come up behind me. He's breathing down on my neck, he rubbed up against me
Please sir don't this Francesca says with fear in her voice. Melody You don't wanna make daddy angry, do you. He said to me l begin crying as he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom and lays me down on the bed. I kicked and scream begging him not to hurt, l tried to push him off of me. Mister was way too strong l felt him insert something me. I continue screaming at the top of my lungs, he covered my mouth and l bit him hard
Sir smacked me across my face. Nothing about this was comfortable
I feel my insides being ripped apart
As tears fall down my cheek. I laid there thinking about my mom's wishing l was anywhere else but here
Once he finishes his business. Mister gets up, l see blood running down between my legs. I heard someone banging loudly on the door, you better be quiet he says in a anger tone
He leaves out the room and locks the door from the outside. I feel numb inside, the only thing I could do is cry softly. I hear mister going down stairs
Police opened up, l pulled the blanket to cover myself up. I hear the front door, open and shots are fire. There's a movement on the stairs Case. I crawled over to the closet and went in
And closed the door, but the door wouldn't shut all the way. So here I sit
Scared out of my mind, I hear the door being kicked in. It's alright you can come out nones gonna hurt you sweetheart, the woman say. This could be trick or something. I stay where l'm at l push open up the door to see if the close is clear, there's a tall pettie woman with jet black hair she turns around sees me. Hi l'm agent Pierce, can you tell me your name
She asks. Francesca Foster Adams
The woman begins walking over towards me, please don't hurt me
I said. Can you stand up sweetie
Francesca shakes her head no
There's some important people have been looking all over the place for six months, agent Pierce informed me
I just cry and cry. She instantly notices the blood running down my legs, she steps out the room and calls for an ambulance. I heard somebody come up the steps, l believe she's been sexually abuse. I hear her say
That sick son of a bitch molested that poor little girl, the woman states