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Let me tell you a story about a girl. This girl has gone through so much, but not as much as many many others. This isn't ment to be some sob story, but rather a telling of this girls life. This girl's name is Brittney. At the age of 12 she fist had sex. Unfortunetly for her it wasn't with some boyfriend, but rather with her discusting father. It wasn't her fault not by a long shot. it was his her drugged her she didn't consent it wans't her fault. Some time later she finds herself looking at the celing naked with 2010 a space oddessy playing in the background as her father has his way with her. Another time she remembers running outside at midnight with nothing but a tee-shrit on. Again she wakes up in her fathers bed wondering what happend the night before and why her mother couldn't notice. Of course her mother wasn't really ever there she had to travel a lot for her work, so it was understandable. At the age of 14 she wouldn't drinkk hot chocolet, chikin noodle soup, or smothies for that matter. No theese where the things the that the drugs would go in making it tast a little funny, but by his use of manipulitve words had her convinced that it didn't. Of course she rememberd somthing of her torture you can't really, not remember, but the pills sure did make everything very hazy. Now by this time Brittney has cut herself, tried to off herself, and finally tried to kill him. The truth came out not long after she turned 15, and when the giant hole in the bathroom door appeard. She had refused to open the door to drink whatever he had made her this time, but she didn't open the door. so when he got angery enough, he punched the door making the hole. She escaped the house and went to a family friend's house not saying a word about what happend, and 15 mintues later she was back at the house. A family friend, Kerri, had heard about the door incident and had called child sevecies. The rest of the story is like any other jail, court and lots of moving. So now Brittney just sits around the house doing nothing becuse the memories keep her trapped, and she wonders if anyone can save her. Brittney highly doubts it.

A.N: I kow my spelling sucks, but of well! This is a true story if your wondering...yeah mine....