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The Stollen Innocence

My Stolen Innocence Everybody around me is looking at me. The pittyness in their eyes. My mom is crying and helpless. At my young age. I couldn't understand their pain but under my pants. The guy who's sitting in my front is wearing a suit. My innocent face smiling at him. The few question is very light. I answered it while playing my doll. The next question terrified me. How did he rape you? My tiny body freezed for a while. The tears won't stop. Suddenly, I slipped my favorite doll on the floor. I covered my both ears hoping I can't hear nothing. I screamed. The pinched of my voice. I wanted to passed out, so i can forget everything. It's all clear on my mind. Its a winter night. 8 o'clock in the evening. I just went on a bathroom and ready for bed. The guy I used to call "daddy" call me and ask me to come on Mommy's room. As an obedient child I run to his room. Daddy tap his bed and ask me to sit there. He locked his door. The TV was ongoing. I feel uneasy and uncomfortable. The sounds of moaning is distracting me. As a child, the confusion and curiosity combined. My helpless eyes started to look for my mom. "Oh" Mommy's out she's working nightshift. The guy I used to call "Daddy" is completely naked. I saw the evil eyes. I covered my innocent eyes when I saw his manhood. As a child, I know nothing but to play. All I know is "I'm doomed" Daddy's hand starting to penetrate me. He started kissing me and I refused. I saw his anger, greediness and a hungry monster. The guy I used to call "daddy" ripped my pajama. I cried and I tried to screamed. Hoping someone can save me from him. He sucked my tiny breast. His finger trying to enter my innocence. I was crying, it's painful. Enough to bleed. I beg him to stop. My 6'ft "daddy is on top of me. He scratched his manhood on my innocence. And slowly entering mine. It was hurt. My tiny hands started to push him. He covered my mouth so nobody hear my scream. The painful becomes numb. The blood turn into his lubricant. The guy I used to call "daddy" won. He stole my innocence. The proof is on sheets. He should be my protector. He should save me from evil. I'm confused. It's frustrating. I thought the safest place is home. Help me. Save me from this traumatic night. *Maria Monica Mendoza* 3M

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