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(For context, Rachel has seen a therapist, and isn't uncomfortable talking about her experience of sexual abuse. You've been warned)
“It all started on that fateful day, the 9th of October, 2010. I was 14 I had gotten my report card. Everything was a good grade, except for one. English. I got a D. I knew that my father would punish me, but I didn’t know how. I thought he would spank me or ground me. I was wrong. He told Allison to go to her room before he raped me. Her room, as I found out later, was 99.99% soundproof.
“He told me to take off my pants. I did. Then he told me to remove my underwear. I didn’t listen. I refused. He grabbed my underwear and removed them forcefully. He pinned me to the ground, my back facing him. Then he… he… put his thing… inside of me. I felt violated, breached, worthless, nay less than worthless. I felt like nothing to anyone. I screamed, but nobody came. He called me a bitch, cunt, slut, whore, dyke, etc, every time he raped me.
“All because I got a D in English class. He did this to me every time I got a bad grade or misbehaved. I misbehaved and got bad grades often because I didn’t see a reason to do good. There wasn’t any reason to. I screamed everytime he did it.
“Finally, it ended. I was 16. Sophomore year. Allison, one day for some reason, came down to see what was happening. My father was at it once again. She was disgusted and shocked when she saw what was happening. She tackled him down and kept him down. I was able to pull my pants and underwear back up. Allison called the police and had him on the ground until police arrived and arrested him. He went to court. He was proved guilty for 3 years of rape and pedophilia, and was sentenced to life without parole or probation.
“I hope he dies,” Rachel finished, with a tear rolling down on her face.