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"Stop! Please! No!" I cried as he came towards me. He had already managed to rip my shirt off. I didn't want him to do this. I knew what he was doing. I was still a virgin. I was only fourteen. I'd always pictured my first time being with my perfect guy. I wanted to be at least 16. But now he was going to steal it. This monster was about to rape me.

Maybe it was my fault. My fault that my dad brought me to the awful warehouse. That now this guy was about to rape me. Maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I behaved badly. Maybe I just wasn't a good child. Maybe they couldn't love me because I was unlovable. Am unlovable.

My back met a wall and I was cornered. He grabbed me and threw me on the Bed in the room he had reserved for me. He got on top of me pinning me down. He ripped off the slutty shorts that he had bought for me and made me wear today.

He ripped of my remaining clothes and took off his clothes too.

I screamed. I screamed at the top of my lungs because maybe, just maybe someone would hear. Come and save me.

But it was too late. I was no longer a virgin.

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I woke with a start, screaming my head off. I didn't know where I was. The dream kept coming into mind, along with every other time that monster raped me.

I felt hands on my waist. Sh's and comforting words.

Tears were streaming down my face. I didn't know what was going on. All I could remember was that dream.

I got out of the bed and looked for the door. It took me a few seconds of scrambling around the room to find it.

When I found it I ran out into the hall and to the nearest bathroom I could find.

I locked the door and sank down to the floor, still sobbing. I rested my head in my hands and just cried.

I hadn't had one of those dreams for a week or so until I was taken by that monster. I heard and felt knocking on the door and Braden speaking.

" Baby please open the door. Izzy? What happened? Cmon please. Cmon open the door baby girl." Braden pleaded. I couldn't make myself move. I wanted to open the door but I physically couldn't.

The pleading and knocking stopped and there was silence. Then I heard the door knob jiggling and it opens.

Braden is instantly behind me. He sits down and pulls me into his lap. I instinctually try to jump away but he holds me tight and comforts me. I give up and turn towards him crying into his chest.I wrap my arms around his neck and he picks me up and carries me back to the bedroom.

Every time I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, images of him raping me shoot through my mind and I can't sleep.

"Baby girl, are you awake?" Bradon whispered.

"Y-yea." I whispered back.

"Why?" He asked, still whispering.

"The dream." I whispered.

"What dream?" He asked.

I knew what he was doing. He wanted to know what the dream was about.

"I, I d-don't want to tell you about the dream." I whispered.

"Why?" He asked. He was so cute when he was being all, I don't know, he was just being cute. I can't explain it.

I ran through the options of what I could say.

"I.. I-I just don't feel like it right now." I decided that was a good enough excuse.

"I'll tell you in the morning."

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I woke up and opened my eyes, immediately having to close them because of the bright sun shining through the window.

I got out of the bed and went to my room and changed. I went downstairs to make breakfast and saw Bradon at the stove, frying eggs.

"Oh are we switching today? Ok I guess I'll just bug you while you try to cook." I say in a cheery voice walking over to him and jumping on his back. It doesn't affect him at all considering I'm so tiny. I start kissing all around his face wherever I could reach.

I ruffle and mess up his hair, then I cover his eyes with my hands, I try every form of bothering I know. Nothing annoys him in the slightest. I sigh extremely over dramatically as I rest my head on top of his and hold on around his neck.

"Your mean you can't even pretend I'm doing a semi decent job of bothering you!?" I say as I put my face where he can see it.

I stick out my lower lip and pout.

he says nothing. He just looks at me grinning.

"HMPH!" I say jumping down. I turn to walk away but he silently turns around and grabs my wrist, turning me back around, and he pulls me into a kiss.

Once he releases me I let out a satisfied sigh.

"Is food ready?" I ask cheerily.

"Indeed." He says and we sit down to eat.

We sit in silence for five minutes until he breaks it.

"Are you going to tell me about that dream now? You promised." He sounded very determined.

I sighed and dropped my fork, looking at my plate.

He kept his eyes on me as my gaze rises to meet his.

"It was the first time," I swallowed the large bump in my throat that felt like a large dry swallowed pill, "the first time that monster raped me." I say with disgust. Barely managing to get the words out.

"Oh." He says, there's anger in his voice but I can tell he's trying to hide it. The muscles in his arm flex and his veins pop out (rather attractively might I add)as he most likely clenches his fists under the table.

I sigh. "There's no use getting mad about it. It happened. It's in the past. I'm not going to say I'm over it but there is nothing any one can do about it. Not you. Not me. All we can do is forget it." I say calmly.

"Or I could kill the bast-" he looked at me, "scumbag." He said with his jaw clenched. He gritted his teeth a bit.

I sighed again. "Ha-ku-na-ma-ta-ta!" I say in a silly voice, over pronouncing the words.

"It means no worries for the rest of your days..." I start singing and get up grabbing his plate and mine, I dance around the kitchen and put the plates in the sink.

"Do I have to dance all by myself?" I whisper in his ear.

"It's our problem freeeeee," I sing pulling him up and dancing around twirling and being silly. "philosophyyyyyy." I sing. He laughs at me.

"Hakunamatata" we sing in unison.

"Hakuna-matata. Hakuna-matata." I sing/say repeatedly starting to wash the dishes in a quieter voice.