I hear a knock on the door. "Come in." I say. It could be a murderer for all I cared. It turns out to be a police officer. A friendly looking woman around 45 years old. She comes and sits next to me. " Sweetie, I'm so sorry." She says. I look at her and another tear drops down my face. She says she managed to track down my dad and he lives a few neighborhoods away. She wants to take me to meet him. Technically this house was mine because in my mothers will she would hand the house down to me. So I could still live here but I could go see my dad if I ever needed to. As we pull up to his house, I can already tell he's an alcoholic. His trash bin out side is full of beer bottles. The police officer brings me inside and my dad is sitting on the couch. He welcomes me and kisses me. His breath smells heavily of alcohol and it's stuns me. I could tell he was drunk. I say hi and hug him. I've never felt so disgusted in my life. He gives me a tour of the house. He has a room full of needles and bags of cocaine. How are the police officers going to let me stay here. He should get arrested. He comes up behind me and touches my butt. Hopefully it was an accident. I try to turn away and walk out but he grabs my boob. He takes my hand and brings me to a room. He handcuffs me to the bed.At this point the cops had left. He starts to undress me and eventually he rapes me. That's 2 times in 1 week. I'm never coming here again. Hopefully I can get out.
