No Daddy Stop
By Depressed
I was sitting in my room when my dad came into the room and closed the door. "Daddy, what's wrong?" He didn't answer me. "Daddy?" He walked over to me and took off my shirt. "Daddy stop" but he didn't.
He did this for two months until I walked up to my mom and told her "Dad did bad stuff to me and touched me inappropriately" That's nonsense, honey. He wouldn't do that... he loves you." I mumbled "a little too much"
This happened for two years, but the last time he came in my room I was hanging from the ceiling with a note that said "I can't handle life any more. Goodbye, Mom. I love you"
Author Notes: If something is happening to you at home like this call 800-656-4673 and talk to someone please don't hurt yourself because of it.
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