Diary of Anne Miller ( sad story)

Chapter Four

Anne Miller 2009 ( end of freshman year)

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"Anne, do you not understand what you've done wrong?!" A shrill voice shouts as I stare around the rounded pitch black room, I could see nothing, and it reminded me of that damned closet. "Anne," a breathy voice rang out, "Anne," the voices repeated and I clutched as my head as a scream bubbles into my mind.

"You're worthless!"

"We should've sent you away while we had the chance!"

"A filthy rotten lying twat!"

Sobs attacked my body as I curled into a ball screaming for it to stop. And all of a sudden; it did.
And there was light, my sobs were quietened but still consistent.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Anne, it's ok. I'm here, you don't have to be afraid. I'll find you, they won't hurt you anymore...just...wake up...and stay alive..." I didn't look up, I didn't take the time to question the warm as honey voice.

I was awake.

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The rest of the school year went by uneventfully, the pictures of me being nude slowly died down and nothing overly bad happened to me. Just the same thing over and over again,
Except last Monday, it was definitely a weird encounter with this guy named Daniel.

"Hey, you're Anne right?" I looked back from my desk seeing a boy with a charming smile.
"Um, yeah? And you are?" He chuckles holding out his hand to shake, I shook it reluctantly.
"I'm Daniel, I just moved here." I nodded with a small smile on my lips, "So you totally already know my name? How odd," I muse he laughs lightly, "Sorry, I just, heard some people talking and..." I frowned, "Bad things?" He shakes his head quickly immediately looking guilty.

  "Oh no! Just this girl, she said maybe I should talk to you or something...." He rubs the back of his neck and I scoff quietly.
"Oh yeah? What was her name?" He shrugs a little, "Her name was Cathy or Callie I think," I roll my eyes, of course it was Callie.

She was persistent of getting me a boyfriend. She always had been.

  But that was the least of my worries, Mom and Dad were going to go to Hawaii for a month and I have to stay with my over protective Aunt and Uncle. They aren't aware of the situation we have at home, all they know is that Dad cheated on Mom and they are trying to work things out.
They both love me to death and if they knew what was going on at home, they'd wanna take me away.

I'm still not understanding myself in anyway to why I'm being held back.
I'd love to leave, "You listen here Anne, you better not tell them anything that's going or else it's will be really bad for you when we get back!" Mom seethes, I gulp nodding as fear filled my eyes. That was only the beginning of my crappy summer, little did I truly know this summer was a corruption of peace.

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  "Me and Thomas are going to a party tonight, wanna come?" Callie asks over the phone, I bit my lip. I recall what happened last time I went to a party,
I don't want the same thing happening again, it took me almost a year to get over my stolen innocence but I do realize that there's always something holding me back.

My parents seem to have these shackles on me, they control be whether they're around or not.
I need to learn how to break free, if going to a party and doing stupid things will help this, then so be it. I can't do anything worse than my parents, they soiled their lives and if I wanted mine to be soiled I would do it on my own. "Sure, I just need to ask my aunt. You'll come pick me up, right?" She squeals, "Yes!! I can't wait!" I hung up rolling my eyes walking into the kitchen where my aunt is cooking happily.

"Hey Willa, there's this party tonight, can I go?" She looks up at me with a small frown, "I don't know. Will you be safe?" I nod giving her a reassuring smile.
"Yes, I've been before I know how to handle myself," Aunt Willa turns to me completely wiping her hands off. 
"Anne, I know you're only fifteen maybe sixteen but we need to have the safe sex talk. Anything can happen at these parties and I don't necessarily want to be a great aunt --" My eyes widen and I plug my fingers in my ears squeezing my eyes shut.

"La la la la la! I can't hear you!" She laughs rolling her eyes, "Anne, just please...be careful. Don't do anything reckless," I nodded smiling and she kissed my cheek, "Now, go get ready for that party."

That night I had decided that I would absolutely not drink.
Presumably because I wanted to make stupid mistakes I was aware of to see how it felt defying everything I knew not to defy.
And it started with a stranger. That stranger being Daniel, the boy I obviously knew Callie was trying to set me up with.

"How come you aren't drinking?" I ask Daniel as I sat beside him, he shrugged a little.
"I'm a designated driver for my soon to be senior brother and his annoying slut -- I mean, girlfriend." I laugh at his tone and they way he tried to cover it up, "That must suck, so...you just came to watch the fun?" I ask curiously, he nods. "Basically," I smile at him, "Well, follow me!" I grabbed his hand and we both ran to the back where a huge pool was.

I start to take my top off, "Anne, what are you doing?!" Daniel hissed as his eyes were glued to me. I laughed, "Come on, there's no harm in skinny dipping. No one is out here -- besides, I'm not drinking either." I said while sliding my shorts down, I watched him gulp.
After I stared at him for a minute he took his shirt off and I smile widely taking off my undergarments jumping into the pool.

  He soon jumped in as well and when we resurfaced we splashed each other a couple times before I actually realize how close we were.
"I suppose this is your first time skinny dipping with a girl?" I asked he nodded, "Probably the last too," He responded as his lips pressed to mine.

I didn't feel anything. When he kissed me, it felt like...a kiss. Not like a special one, it didn't mean anything but it meant the world to me that I could actually get this out of stupid decisions.
I don't plan on Dad and Mom ever finding out but when was it ever right for them to hide things from me? Who says them lying has been going on for this year? It could've been longer, I didn't feel alive, but with every sin I did I felt a buzz of excitement run through me and this was one of those alive moments.

Every word, action, flirty smile, and even looks...
Got me deeper into something I wasn't prepared for.

It seemed as if I had totally forgotten I was raped.