My name is charlotte scott when i was 8 years old my father locked me in my room. he told me that everything would be ok when....... he throught me to the bed then he locked the door... i tryed to run but there was no where to go... he tyed my hands to the bed i screamed for my mother but she was out shopping... he put his hand over my mouth and he ripped my cloths of and proceeded to rape me... It was horrible.. the idea of your own father raping you..... about 10 years latter he had a car accident and i didnt go to his funeral... i feel alone and need someone to talk too.
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