Rose

I was drawing a beautiful picture. It was a rose. I heard my parents arguing, but when are they not? I was smiling to myself, thinking "Soon, I'll be a beautiful rose." I hear Mommy yelling. I set my crayon done, and go into my bed. If they catch me up, I'm dead. My Mommy ran to her room. Daddy came to mine. I pretended to sleep. "Get up and undress yourself!" he shouted at me. "But why Daddy?" "Because I'm telling you to!" I slowly got out of my bed, and did what he said. But did it with awfully shaky hands. He did not like this. "Come here." he demanded. I obeyed. He ripped off my pyjamas. "Am I having a bath Daddy?" "Don't act smart. Now lie down!" he demanded. And again, I obeyed. He unzipped his zipper. I was confused. Then suddenly I realized, what he was about to do. "No Daddy, don't." "What did you say?" "Please Daddy, I've been a good girl, my grades are good too! My teachers even called to say how good I've been doing, right?" "Shut your mouth." It all happened slowly. With tears dropping down my face. Why did Daddy have to be like this? I loved my Daddy, I really did. But that day, broke my heart. Daddy, you broke my heart that day. And I will never love you again. Emily was 8 years old when she was sexually molested by her father. She had to see a therapist to get over it. Her father, sent to prison. But no matter what, the horrible memories still remain with her.