Tortured Soul

As I lye in my bed I hear the sounds of the stairs squeeking. Wishing I could make myself invisable, wishing I was dead! As I hear my bedroom door open, I knew what was coming next. As I seen him moving closer to my bed, when he felt for me, I was not there I was hiding in my closet to keep him away! The next night I moved my dresser in front of my door so, he would not be able to enter no more! I told my best friend who then told my teacher in the end. I was living in fear of what might come next. After all, I was but a child of 16 and knowone to believe me! I told people in my family and all did was damn me. By them not believeing me, I was stuck in this hell hole! When he found out I told, it got worse! He told everyone that I was lieing. He got caught in his lie when the doctor said I had a baby inside. Suddenly this man that was suspose to be a father figure to me, broke down and told his wife. This foster family that once thought they knew him, found out about the true him. I could not stand to carry a baby from the man that raped me! I had the baby terminated and cried from all this . Not knowing how to move on and pick up the pieces of my life that was so cold! I sometimes wonder to this day, what might have been!