Why are you doing this. I have never harmed you in any possible way.
Well our cousin has beff with you so that means we do as well.
Fine I grumbled.
Most people would be shivering, and shacking.
But not me.
I was rapped and beaten by my dad from 6th to 12th grade.
That's when I got smart. I hid a camera in the back of my headboard, and waited.
I showed the cops how drunk he was, and how he beaten my Mouther to get to me.
Well my step Mouther anyway.
My real Mouther was a crackhead who put me up for adoption when I was only 1 month old.
I got into the Johnson family.
Years later my adoption Mouther died and my adoption farther was never the same.
He eventually remarried. But when he started to beat her and me she would always trying to keep me safe.
One day she died of lung cancer.
I was suddenly brought from my dream.
The red beard dude pushed himself into me.
His cousins were cheering him on.
I could hear Luke's screams in the background.
His chair screeching across the floor when he jumped.
While I just started waiting for it to be over.
I guess he got frustrated when he saw I wasn't going to get wet any time soon.
After a few hours of them pushing me around and positioning me they were done.
I was dropped to the floor , my hair surely spiraled out everywhere on the floor.
The men left the room to do something. I could hear them bragging about how good they were "Coral are you okay".
Luke I'm fine.
You shouldn't be you just got rapped for the first time in your life.
Their is nothing to worry about, and it wasn't my first time.
" What do you mean"
Marlin walked in and shut us with darts.
The world was getting very dizzy.
( The next morning)
(Luke POV)
When I woke up we where in our hotel room.
I was on one side of the bed and coral
On the other.
I went to poke her side but she visibly winced in pain.
Damn they neat have done a number on her.
She started to come to after a minute of trying to find a comfort spot.
She started to focus her eyes.
Can you hand me my glasses, she said in a very hushed tone.
I turned to the table and swiftly picked up her glasses and handed
them to her.
She tried to get up and walk but I pushed her back down.
You need to stay in bed to keep up your strength.
Fine she grumbled.
Now I want to talk about what you said.
You know about this not being your first time.
I don't want to talk about it.
If y tell me maybe you feel better.
She told me the story about her adoptive parents.
