Abuse Comments

As her father walks though the door yelling her name...she hides under her flower printed covers, that her mother made...before she passed away.
She starts to cry for she knows whats coming next she looks away...holding her legs together tight..
He comes in looking right at the cover, unzipping his pants...
She starts to scream her mothers name, praying that tonight it won't last longer then an hour...
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