She walked out the house behind her closing the door. He turned and smiled at me, as if he's sick and im the cure. He tried to grab me up but i quickly ran away. i hid in the closet where i figured i was safe. He busted in my room and threw open the door. I knew he was drinking, the scent was seeping through his pores. "Please dont hurt me" I screamed, but my plea was not enough. He threw me on the bed and kissed me so rough. He touched me in places a child shouldnt be touched. "Stop" I screamed but he then hit my face. He told me to shut up, as he entered my secret place. He said it was okay and that he was almost done. Then he kissed me in my mouth and said "isnt this fun?" I tried to push him off but his force was too strong. I kept asking God "why is mommy taking so long?" He tried to stroke my hair and say its alright. Then he told me what we did was a natural part of life. He said it would happend whether i did or didnt want it. Then he said i had it all, and i always tried to flaunt it. But i dont understand how that could possibly be, Because i was only eight when he chose to penetrate me. He took my innocence and snatched my virginity. And when i tried to tell mommy, she said it was my complex simplicity. So it was my fault that i got raped. It was my fault that i was only EIGHT! All these feelings i tried to confess, They didnt believe me....until they seen the blood on my dress.