A girl who had been molested by her very own father is forced to deal with the memories.
I hate my daddy.
I hate him with every fiber of my being.
It's because of him that I am mantally screwed up. As a result of the abuse he performed on me, his very own daughter, I can no longer leave my house by myself: I have to have someone with me at all times or I will have panic attacks. I have been made a virtual prisoner of my own home.
I can no longer trust people, not even my very own family.
The abuse began innocently enough, when I was but a very small child. Daddy would come into my room and read me bedtime stories. Afterwards, he would place me into his lap and then hug me. No problems there. But then the "touching" and other lewd acts began; it scared me and made me very uncomfortable. Daddy made me promise not to tell anybody, not even mommy or my older brother; if I did, he said he would only hurt me worse.
So I stayed mum about the whole situation, even though it gave me horrible nightmares.
As I grew older, into a young teenager, thsee perverted sexual acts only intensified. Worse, daddy had his guy friends join him "in the fun"; more than once, I was left bleeding and crying out for mercy, begging for him (and his friends) to stop hurting me.
I felt nasty-dirty; I could not face anybody, for fear that my "dirty little secret" would be ultimately exposed.
In June, 2000, two college students — Amy Shute and Jason Burgeson — were approached by a group of men. Forced into the backseat and driven to a remote location, they were murdered in cold blood.
Following this brutal double homicide, Johnston, RI D
