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three - piper.

"Come here, piper!"
My Father  yelled as I squirmed trying to get away from him. "Where do you think you're going, bitch?"
He grabbed my hair and tugged it hard pulling me towards the bed. Both my wrists were held down, so that i was unable to move my arms. I kicked my legs with all the power I had in my petite thirteen year old body. All my efforts proved useless when he climbed above me. He was naked and soon enough, I was too. I was a mixture of fear and confusion. What was he doing? Was this the same man that changed my diapers? Was this the same guy that drove me to school every morning?
With every inch he moved towards me, my fear would increase. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe.

"Piper! Wake up honey, it's time for school," My mother's sweet voice called. My eyes fluttered open. Everything around me was a blur, probably from the tears clouding my vision. I told myself it was just a dream. My dad was locked up now. He couldn't hurt me. I had nothing to fear.
I walked over to my bathroom and stood in front of the mirror beginning to brush my teeth. I felt so weak. I was used to it, I felt vulnerable every single day of my life - all thanks to him. I wished I could be as confident as my eldest brother James. Hell, I wished I was James. I knew perfectly well that he had his fair share of disappointment and hurt caused by our father, but he still managed to be so confident and so popular. Why couldn't I be like that? I sighed, putting my toothbrush down and going back into my room to get dressed.

Half an hour later, I was at school. To be honest, I never hated school. If anything, I enjoyed school. The teachers liked me and often I was the the brightest student in all of my classes. I got good grades but outside of class I was nothing. Nobody knew anything about me, only that I was James' sister. And since that's the only piece of information they had about me, I was labelled "James' sister". I heard it so often it was almost my nickname.
Somehow, since we share DNA, live in the same house and raised by the same parents, People thought we were the same person. In other words, they expected me to be that cheerleader that went to every party and dated every guy she met. So every time I'd walk down a corridor, I'd be followed by whistles, whispers and desperate guys' eyes staring at my ass. Given the things I'd experienced, it made me very uncomfortable. I'd shrink in fear every time a guy made eye contact with me. It was taking over my life and I hated that I couldn't do anything about it.

"Right," I mumbled to myself checking my schedule, "Math."
I carried my somewhat heavy purple backpack over my shoulder, making my way to the classroom for first period. I was walking casually in the hallways when I saw a blond guy running behind me. He was trying to catch up to me, which I put my best efforts in to avoiding. I failed to do so though, as in a matter of minutes he was walking right next to me. He was fairly tall compared to me, but looked my age. With every step that I took, he edged closer to me. I was beyond uncomfortable and it seemed to me like I would never reach my destination. For a few moments, nothing happened. We just walked quietly. Suddenly, the silence was broken. I heard a big wack,  with a sting on my rear-end. All of a sudden I couldn't breathe. All of the memories of father came flashing back. I could swear I smelled his drunken breath and heard his shaky yells. I dropped all of my books and ran to the ladies room. The tears flooded my eyes and I definitely did not want anyone to see me cry. I ran into an empty stall and locked the door.

I bawled my eyes out for the next hour or so. It felt like every single boy was checking me out. Like I was forced to show myself to the world and had no control over who could touch me and how. It felt like I was obliged to showcase my body to the world to be accepted. And it did not feel good. Any other girl would've slapped him, walked away casually or even flirted back. Why wasn't I that confident? Why wasn't I like James? I knew that if I had told my brother, the guy would've got the crap beaten out of him and he'd surely learn never to mess with me again.

"Yeah," I thought, "I'll just tell James what happened and he'll deal with him."
I knew it was impossible to do so, though. James was already suffering enough with his anger issues and bad grades and I did not want to be another weight added onto his shoulders. It just seemed calming to tell myself that, even though I knew I was lying. Things would just go back to normal tomorrow. I had no choice but to shrug it off. I would just go to the studio for one hour, and cool myself down with some dance as always. Dance had always been my one escape in situations like these. It was my passion and helped me express myself. Most importantly, dance made me feel free. And the best feeling in the world to me is freedom. I'd go dance for an hour then go back home and pretend none of this had ever happened. As always.

I sighed, unlocking the door of the stall I was in and walking outside. I rinsed my hands with water and lightly washed my face, hoping nobody would notice that I'd been crying. I plastered a smile on my face, walked  out of the bathroom and headed to my next class.

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