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The start, was when things fell apart.
It happens rather to fast for me to understand .
I dropped out of school, I didn't find that cool, but what could I do.
Mother died when I was thirteen, how it happened I still am not certain
Stepfather used her to calm his anger
He would hit her anywhere he didn't care he didn't bother
She suddenly fell ill, one day she became still, I later understand that death had come too soon.
I was bold growing up, but when it happened I became cold.
My assault began when I turned fifteen, the day my stepfather came home drunk to meet me bathing.
The first time this happened I couldn't understand why my life turned around and took this path, my heart fell apart.
I knew he was terrible but the beast I saw from then on had no emotion.
His eyes filled with lust as he stared at me he couldn't stop.
He was home now drunk again as always.
I offered him water, not that I had to bother but he was still my father.
I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes clinging to my blanket, I hoped he wouldn't wake yet, maybe he was way to drunk to feed his urge.
Later I felt his cold hand rub my skin, I wasn't asleep but I lied still as brick.
He yanked my blanket off and once again my innocence and helplessness was taken advantage of.
He pinned me down and ripped my gown.
Once he was done, he left me to get clean, but the pain would not leave me.
My vision blurry, my eyes teary
I stood in front of my broken mirror, I saw how much I had changed, I was in horror.
I was a bright little girl. Light skinned, pretty with green eyes and strawberry blond long curls.
The scars the marks I could see in the cracks, my reflection was an image of the destruction of my childhood.
There where times he didn't care to feed his urge, I guess he was just too drunk to think about that much.
There where times I went to bed hungry but that wasn't my worry.
Whenever he was out drinking, I would be here sinking in my tears and pain, thinking.
I was deep in thought.
Once, I had planned to stab him to death, I had had enough. If he died I wouldn't be blamed it wasn't my fault.
'Kill your self, it wouldn't hurt, free your self from this hurt ' I had thought.
Anger would give me the strength to do this, I was wrong it didn't.
Many things crossed my mind. To tell someone, flee, hide, to do something but I was to scared to do it, there where too many things I feared would happen. I was a coward, helplessness.
I never dared.
Until that day...

Honey's story is to be continued. So watch out for chapter 2.
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