She looked up into the sky. She could see the rain about to fall on her face, but she lets it anyways. Cold rain drops fall on her face. It feels good, she hasn't felt anything since that day.
"Haley!" Sarah screams from the porch. "Quit it, you'll catch a cold." Haley, stays where she is. She'd rather die then go back inside to see that man. That vulger man who raped her.
A man walks up beside her and whispers in her ear, "Yes Haley, why don't you come in." He grins. John is about 6 feet tall, bald and has grayish blue eyes that burn holes through you when he looks at you.
If she doesn't go in, she faces being raped outside in the cold then beaten to pulp on the ground left to die... at this point, that sounds kinda good. Haley slowly walks inside eyes looking down at her feet.
John is right behind her breathing on her neck. Haley shudders. Sarah is oblivious to her boyfriends intentions, and Haley doesn't want to talk about it, not yet. "Haley go clean your room," John says smiling.
Sarah kisses her future husband on the cheek. "Mom do I have to?" Haley asks, desperate to get out of being alone upstairs with John. "Yes honey it's filthy," says Sarah, Haley's mom.
Haley slowly walks upstairs afraid that each step is closer to what she knows is coming. "I'm going to go work on my project for work," John says. Yeah right, Haley thinks. Haley walks into her room and closes her eyes. John walks in and puts his hands on her shoulder.
"You know the drill," John says. Haley sighs under her breath and tries to keep the tears in, and not give him the satisfaction of making her cry. Haley takes off her shirt, then her pants, and finally her underwear. She leaves the bra on, that's John's favorite part to take off.
John takes Haley's bra off and rubs her boobs, "you like this don't you?" John asks. Haley chokes down a no, "y-y-yes," she says instead.
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"Haley!" Sarah screams from the porch. "Quit it, you'll catch a cold." Haley, stays where she is. She'd rather die then go back inside to see that man. That vulger man who raped her.
A man walks up beside her and whispers in her ear, "Yes Haley, why don't you come in." He grins. John is about 6 feet tall, bald and has grayish blue eyes that burn holes through you when he looks at you.
If she doesn't go in, she faces being raped outside in the cold then beaten to pulp on the ground left to die... at this point, that sounds kinda good. Haley slowly walks inside eyes looking down at her feet.
John is right behind her breathing on her neck. Haley shudders. Sarah is oblivious to her boyfriends intentions, and Haley doesn't want to talk about it, not yet. "Haley go clean your room," John says smiling.
Sarah kisses her future husband on the cheek. "Mom do I have to?" Haley asks, desperate to get out of being alone upstairs with John. "Yes honey it's filthy," says Sarah, Haley's mom.
Haley slowly walks upstairs afraid that each step is closer to what she knows is coming. "I'm going to go work on my project for work," John says. Yeah right, Haley thinks. Haley walks into her room and closes her eyes. John walks in and puts his hands on her shoulder.
"You know the drill," John says. Haley sighs under her breath and tries to keep the tears in, and not give him the satisfaction of making her cry. Haley takes off her shirt, then her pants, and finally her underwear. She leaves the bra on, that's John's favorite part to take off.
John takes Haley's bra off and rubs her boobs, "you like this don't you?" John asks. Haley chokes down a no, "y-y-yes," she says instead.
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