I wake up terrified and sweating. I'm trying to remember what happened. Oh yeah I was molested but my clothes are back on. I get up and go out into the kitchen where I find my dad sitting and the kitchen table. I sit down next to him and say,"Daddy, last night a creepy man snuck into our house and into my room and..." He cut me off and said,"It was only a dream honey." I sat there and thought about that theory. I mean some dreams seem real but there not. I shrug my shoulders forgetting about the whole thing because I am seven and I believe whatever makes sense. So I went on with my day and played at the park and rode my bike up down our driveway one hundred times but when it came to night time again I lay in my bed wondering if he will come back. I can't fall asleep and I remember what it felt like and what I was thinking and I was terrified. I just keep telling my self it was only a dream. I can't sleep and this is how it was the next 10 years.
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Dreams Can Come True
Teen FictionSofia Wilson is a confident, athletic, smart and beautiful girl. She is in her last year of high school and is deciding where she wants to go to college. She is very popular in school and the best player on the varsity volleyball team. The only thin...
