Six drawings (gmw)

The first drawing

Cory sat in the waiting room, looking at the first drawing that was now complete. The drawing of the little scared girl looking up. He glided his fingers over it and turned the page. There where words on the back.
If I speak, I die. If he reads this, I do not know what will happen and I do not intend to find out. If someone else reads this, I'm probably dead. Maybe I spoke, Maybe not. These were my secrets. The things I vowed never to tell.
-Maya

The first drawing.
I was eight years old and had known David for a week. He was dating my mom. I didn't fear him at all. Not until the night that he offered to babysit me. My mom left and I asked him if he wanted to play snap. He told me that he wanted to play another game in my room. I lead him to my room and sat on the bed. I thought that he was going to explain the game when he stepped towards me with a devilish smile. I looked up at him, terrified, just before he pulled my nightgown over my head, leaving me in just my underwear, then pinned me down and kissed me all over. I thought there was nothing worse and never expected him to come back when he broke up with my mom two days later.

Cory put his hand on his mouth. He had never known.