I am now eight years old. Mommy is pregnant with another baby. She says it's a girl. I can't wait to have a baby sister.
Daddy still touches me, but this time I spoke up and told mommy.
Mommy didn't believe me. She said I was wrong for saying bad things about daddy.
I tried to kill myself again last night. I was about to do it until I heard my baby brother cry. He saved me from a bad mistake.
I wish mommy would believe me. I haven't said anything else to her. Daddy got really mad when he found out. He told me that bad girls deserve to be punished.
I must be a really bad girl. Daddy does a lot more than touching me now. It really hurts. I told him to stop. He hushed me and kept on going.
I hide my face every time he does it. I wonder if all daddy's do things to their princesses.
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I'm not sure if I should continue with this story. Tell me if I should go on with it or just delete it. Anyways, if it's any good. Enjoy.
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Non-FictionYou hear all these stories of bad people. It makes you upset just to hear them, but you never think it could happen to you. And that's exactly what happened to me. What he did to me I never knew he would do. He was like my father. I loved and truste...
