CHAPTER FOUR

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It was time for the birthday party, and I wanted to go home. Once I got to my mom I went and hugged her like never before. Ive always gone my own way when it came to her, until tonight. I didn't want to leave her side, I didn't know what would happen if I did. Would he follow me and make me promise him again? I wanted to get as far away as possible, but it felt as If that was never going to happen. 

He asked me if I wanted to spend the night again, so I lied and said that I didn't have anymore clothes with me. He told me that we could go to my house and get some more, I took my mom to the bathroom and begged her to come up with something so I didn't have to go back to his house. I didn't want to ruin the party, so I kept it all to myself. Finally I got home and went to my room once everyone was asleep. I don't think I have ever cried so hard, I just wanted the nightmare to go away. 

A few weeks passed, I completely stopped doing my school work. I didn't talk to anyone, I think that my mom was getting worried about me, but at this point I didn't care. I wanted to die, I didn't want to keep crying myself to sleep because of what had happened. I fell into a deep depression and started cutting. I wanted it to go away, just all of it to end, I didn't want to go on anymore if that is all I thought about. 

A few weeks later, I was getting really bad. School got to the point where I could no longer catch up. I hardly ate, but my boyfriend finally figured out what was wrong. I went through the whole story, it was so hard to do. He told his parole officer and a couple days later child services came to my house since I was still 17 at the time. I told her everything, since no one was there. My mom's boyfriend Mike walked in and sat down and I didn't want to talk about it anymore, so I had her tell Mike what all had happened.

He called my mom and it took a couple of tries, but she finally answered and she was home hugging me within 30 minutes. I never wanted to let go. Once my moms aunt and uncle found out I told, they immediately turned almost the whole family  against me, and that's when I learned I wasn't the first person to say something. Apparently he tried the same thing with my cousin when she was 17. He made someone at our church quit their job because she felt so uncomfortable when he was around her, and someone else (but I didn't hear their story)


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