I used to get so excited when the school bell rang on Friday
afternoons. It meant two days of freedom: playing tag with my friends,
watching Saturday morning cartoons, going with mom to the store . . .
Now I don’t know where my mom is; it’s dark and cold in this
place. All I feel is gross men’s hands all over my body doing horrible things
to me, torturing me. It hurts when they push themselves inside me. I feel so
dirty. I want to die but I keep on living in this never-ending hellish
nightmare.
Why won’t my mom come get me? Where is my daddy? The evil man
keeps hitting me with the belt. He says I’m a bad girl because I won’t do
everything those filthy pigs want me to do to them. He says he’s gonna teach me
a lesson now. He is opening his zipper and pulling out that ugly thing. I’m
choking on it, he’s ignoring my tears.
“Please somebody help me!” My brain keeps screaming over and
over and over again.
Nobody comes.
