He was there. In my dark room. Not what i had ever thought of. Held down while i struggled, suffering. Why me? Why is it me? I tried to scream but nothing worked. When i opened my eyes, i knew. It hurt ke nore than anything ever cold, my father? My true first? He took that from me. I hurt, and bleed, and bleed. I hurt till i couldnt anymore. Tears rolling down my cheeks. Burning, a throbbing pain. I felt vialated, scared too. I was raped. I was scared. A few weeks later he forced me to sign a paper to get an implant done in my arm. He said it would keep me from getting pregnant, from him being in trouble, and me from getting hurt. I knew when he said to keep me from getting hurt he meant he would be the one hurting me, because after we left that office, he said to me, "if you ever tell anyone, i will kill you myself.". After about one year and a half, he almost killed me. I got on the bus trying not to cry, i made my way to Ryan. I told him everything. He said i had to get help. I told the pricipal was removed and put with my aunt and uncle. No more ryan, no more buses. No more anything.what would i do until now?
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the backwoods heartace
Non-FictionHalie a very smart beautiful 16 year old has a dark past and living in an even darker world, can she race life to get what she really wants or will she be trapped by life itself and her greedy foster parent? what will she do? and what choices will s...
