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         "Come here, let me get a taste

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"Come here, let me get a taste."

"Stop being such a tease you whore."

"You were right, she is definitely a dime."

"Your body is very mature for your age doll."

Men crowded her and look at her as if she was an object to be passed around. She wished she didn't understand this, but she did.

At that moment she wished she was dumb, maybe then she wouldn't been this scared.

"Please, stay away. I'm begging you..."

It didn't matter how much she begged, they found her as a joke. A toy.

"Mommy...please," the girl desperately begged as tears slid down her face.

"Well would you look at that, she can beg." As the man starting to slide his hand into her shirt.

"PLEASE STOP!" Calla screamed as she woke up with sweat all over her face and immediately bursting into tears.

Beside her was Stefano who was now awake, "Love, it's okay. You're okay. I'm right here."

Grabbing her hand, "Hold my hand. See I'm right here. No one is here except for you and me."

Flinching away, "Please... please don't touch me."

"Okay, okay I won't touch you."

At this point, Stefano didn't know what to do. The only way he knew how to comfort Calla was with physical touch and talking.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, "Calla, I'm not them. I will never be them. I'm going to get you a glass of water, try to go back to sleep okay?"

While Stefano was getting a glass of water, Calla was silently crying.

It took years for the nightmares to go away, and now they're back.

Once Stefano brought her a glass of water, he went into his office and onto his computer seeing that it was only four in the morning.

Pulling up Google, he started researching on how to comfort a sexual assault victim and what was the best to make the victim feel better.

From then he spent hours, writing down notes, and looking through multiple websites.

By the time it was eight, Tyler knocked on his office door with coffee in his hands.

"Morning, here's your black coffee."

"Thanks man," replying as he took a sip of his beverage.

"How's Calla doing?"

"Not good, she woke up from a nightmare," pausing for a little bit, "She flinched when I touched her hand Tyler."

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