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Stephanie

**********TRIGGER WARNING**********

We walked into my front door and I placed Sandy on the carpet, "Your apartment is nice." Emily told me as I locked the door behind me.

"Thank you," I said to her as we walked into the living area, "I'm really glad that I get to have you living with me again. I barely know you anymore and I already love you." An uneasy feeling filled my stomach as I noticed a crack in the back door. Before I could react he walked out of the kitchen holding a roll of duct tape. He had a devilish grin across his face.

Emily jumped back. I put my arm out in front of her and stared into the eyes of my father as he moved slowly towards us, "I see you brought home a friend," he said to me and my heart dropped into my stomach. I could barely breathe, "I missed you Sara. It's been too long." He tilted his head to get a better view of Emily and smiled a bit more, "Even better, you brought Em-" he laughed slowly, "How old are you now, baby girl?" 

He walked towards us and we backed up as much as we could, "You've turned into a very beautiful woman," he told me as he pulled out a pocket knife and held it close to my throat, "You tried to hide the other day, but I saw you here." He told me forcefully as he stood only inches away from my face.

We kicked and screamed, but he taped our hands behind our backs and our mouths shut. He duct taped Emily's legs together and pushed her on to the bathroom floor while he gripped my forearm tightly. He left the door opened and pushed me into the couch, "You were always my favorite." He whispered to me as he crawled on top of me and began to kiss roughly down my neck. I whimpered in pain from under the duct tape and tried to scream, but there was no use. I could barely breathe. He cut my dress off of me and ran his hands over my body. I tried to wiggle away from him but he was too strong. I shut my eyes and moved my face to look away from him, "Look at me," he demanded with a light laugh and forcefully moved my chin to look up at him, "Open your eyes. I've been dreaming about this moment for over ten years." When I didn't open my eyes he slapped me multiple times, "Open your eyes!" He said forcefully and I did, dreading every moment.

I whimpered and tried to push myself away from him, "I love when you push me away," he said to me, "It just makes me want you more."  I felt his hands move down my sides and slip into my panties. I could hear Emily screaming through the duck tape as she laid on the bathroom floor. I screamed as loud as I could through the duct tape and shut my eyes. The man over me began to move. I felt him against me and screamed loudly as he moaned and slipped inside me.

It seemed to last forever before it finally ended and he ran out of my apartment. My sister and I were left tied up, beaten, and raped, laying naked on the floor of my apartment screaming through the duct tape that kept our mouths shut.

We laid there in pain with our tears forming puddles on the hard floor beneath our heads. There was no way to tell how long we were laying there screaming.

I heard Emily stop screaming and tried to look over my shoulder at her. I screamed her name through the duct tape, but her eyes shut and she laid there quietly. I cried and screamed. Every part of my body hurt and my heart was jumping out of my chest.

A while later I heard someone bang on the front door, "Steph!" I heard Wes' voice call and I began to scream through the duct tape as loud as I could, "Steph! Are you okay?" He yelled and began to wiggle the doorknob. He banged a few more times, then all of the noises from outside disappeared. I continued to cry and scream until I heard him try to open the locked back door, "Stephanie!" He banged on the screen door screaming my name repeatedly.

A while later the door was broken into and a bunch of people rushed inside, "You have to help her," I heard Wes say as they lifted me on to a gurney and someone held him back. He jogged by me and his light brown eyes locked on mine as they rolled me to the ambulance, "Is she going to be okay?" I turned to look away from Wes as they rolled me out of the room and I met Joven's eyes. His skin was pale and he looked heartbroken. When he took a step towards me a woman stepped in front of him and lightly pushed him back.

Wes begged to ride in the ambulance, but he was not allowed. They put an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth and I focused on breathing as I was driven to the hospital.

I stayed awake and completely quiet as the doctors tried to fix me. My muscles ached, my face was beat up, and my body was in severe pain. Flashbacks were all I could see when I shut my eyes. Flashbacks from the back room of the small farm house, where my father tortured us individually. Horrible flashbacks, that haunted me for years after I had finally escaped the farm. They all came back to me in a second as I laid there motionless on the gurney.