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I asked my Mom if i could go with him, she said yes.
I jump up and down in the truck as it raced across familiar country roads
We arrived and i jumped out of the vehicle, running to the door.
All i thought of was how cute those puppies were.
We talked about which game would be perfect to play, we chose hide-and-go-seek.
We had to chose partners, i chose Jr. and he chose me.
We raced down the steps at break-neck speed to the basement closet.
Dark in the closet, cant see my hands, wheres Jr?
Theres hands on me, places i dont want them, Jr.'s hands, GET THEM OFF! He doesnt.
My clothes on the ground, hands wont get off me, i beg for them to stop, they dont.
In my face, all over my body crippling me further with every blow.
He leans down next to my bloodied face, i feel fear.
"If you tell anyone, i WILL kill you".
The most beautiful sight in the world, i see light.
Goodbye, thank you for letting me come over.
I see it ahead, my house.
Come streaming down my face, they dont stop... the tears.
The screaming races out of my mouth and into the pillow.
Hes in the lobby its been years, he calls my name.
Flying fast, never ending, please stop.
I kick, he yells, i run!
I fell down the stairs Mom.
Physical, mental, emotional, forever scarred.
Hes gone... forever.
Tell me about it Kayla.
Hi, im Kayla this is my story.