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Sitting beside her, I watched as she glanced down at the beer bottle in her hands. 

Her eyes started to water, as her breathing was starting to fade.

"It started when my Mother and Father received dual custody..." She whispered.

"You were 5 years old.." I mumbled underneath my breath.

Biting her lip to control the hurt and pain wanting to crawl out of her throat.

"I would stay with my father on the weekends, and school holidays. Sometimes I stayed with him for weeks because my mother was working."

Staring out of the large window, she watches as the rain outside came down harder.

"I still remember the first time he-" Letting out a soft cry, she wraps her hand over her mouth.

"It's okay," I whisper.

"..We had just finished a movie. I was falling asleep on his lap before he picked me up and took me to my room. I thought it was going to be a normal night...go to sleep at 8:30, he'd read me a story, and then kiss me goodnight, but-"

Turning her head to the left, tobes had sat next to her.

"He laid me down on my bed, before taking off my clothes. I had asked him 'where my blue pajamas with the pink crowns were', but he didn't answer me. He just smiled at me, and ran his hands through my hair."

Combing tobes' fur, he lays his head on her lap.

"Then he took off his shirt, and unzipped his pants-"

Sobbing into our hands, I scoot closer to her.

"I'm here, I'm here," I whispered.

Rubbing her back with my now free hand, she slowly comes up to meet my eyes.

"He forced himself inside me the first time...after that the feeling of him actually moving, made me feel numb."

"After?" I questioned.

"I let it happen until I was 18 years old.." 

Letting go of my hands, she covers her face and cries harder. While I continued to hold her, not knowing how to make it stop. Not knowing how to make her pain go away.

"You didn't let anything happen. He did it to you.."

"But I let him. Without a fight, or a scratch. He would just walk to my room, open my door..and I knew what he was going to do-"

"When did it get worse?" I asked her.

"When I was 8..3 years after Elliot Shepherd adopted me. He was angry and drunk...then he hit me. After he was done with me, he threw me on the ground and choked me, until I was unconscious. It happened every weekend since I turned 8."

"The scars? Your mom didn't notice them?"

"He would buy me clothes..and I would wear them around the house so that my mom and Elliot wouldn't find out."

"So, no one ever knew about this?" I asked.

"Nope. It was worse when I stayed with my mom. Her five oldest daughters would torment me, and make fun of me. They pushed me around a lot, until one time they locked me in the closet when their friends would come over, because I was an embarrassment towards them. Except for Derek, he would help me with my homework, and watch movies with me. That's how we became so close..he protected me. Even when my one mother couldn't. He was there. Always."

Slowly letting her tears fall down onto the wooden floors, I take a deep breath.

"So, after you turned 18? What happened?"