I can't see. There's something holding me down. Big hands roughly grope my breast. The hands disappear and the faint sound of a zipper being unzipped reaches my ears. Tears stream down my face as the realization of what's happening finally hits me. I'm about to be raped. "Please. Don't" I gasp.

My abuser just laughs cruelly before positioning his penis at my entrance and thrusts forward, stealing my virginity in one foul swoop. I cry out in agony at the overwhelming pain that follows each thrust. He snatches one of my breast and pops it in his mouth, still thrusting when suddenly he looks up and shakes me. "Ms.?" He says. "Ms.?"

I wake up gasping. The shaking stops. I look up and see a lady looking down at me, smiling politely. "Ms. The flight has landed."

I get up and exit the plane. I walk over to the luggage wheel and collect my things. Then I stride outside to meet with Charlie, my father. I sit on the bench and wait for ten minutes, I'm just about to pull out my phone to call him when I hear my name being shouted above the noise of the crowd. I identify the voice as Charlie's and walk over to the source.

I see Charlie and man has he gotten old. His once brown hair is now greying, and a few wrinkles marring his features. Once he sees me approaching he smiles and tries to give me a hug but I flinch and he drops his arms, frowning. I sigh, "I'm sorry dad it's just….. I can't."

He smiles sadly at me, causing guilt to crash down on me in harsh relentless waves. "It's okay sweetheart." He grabs my luggage and packs in the back of the cruiser and gets in the car. "Come on, we got a long drive ahead of us."

I hop in the car and Charlie drives off. He looks at me, a pained expression on his face. "I'm sorry for what happened to you. I'm sorry that I wasn't there to protect you."

I sigh. "Dad. You don't- Can we just not talk about it?"

"Not talk about it?" growled Charlie. "You expect me to not talk about the fact that my little girl was raped?"

Suddenly my chest tightens and it gets hard to breath. I gasp for breath, tears streaming down my face. "Dad, please? Can you just drop it? Please?"

He gives a slow nod in my direction and the rest of the ride to Charlie's is quiet.

Once we arrive at Charlie's, Charlie gets out and grabs my luggage from the back and walks to the front door. He looks back at me, "You coming?" he shouts, disappearing into the house.

I take a deep breath and get out of the car. I walk slowly to the door. My breath hitches. The house is the same as I remembered. Its walls are still the same pale yellow. The sofa and television are still in the same position as before. Just being her makes me feel as if I'm a kid again. And honestly I hate that feeling.

I take my luggage from Charlie and bring it to my room. I close the door and turn around, I nearly drop my luggage at the sight of my room. I was expecting for it to be the same like the rest of the house but, to my surprise, it isn't. The walls are a deep red instead of the off white it was when I was younger. In the middle of the room is an oak wood queen sized bed adorned with black sheets and a red comforter, and a black desk with a really big Mac computer on it sits in the corner. However, my favorite addition to the room by far has to be the three guitars hanging over my bed.

I give off an uncharacteristic squeal and run out of the room. I skip down the stairs and into the living room where Charlie is. When I see him I give him the first hug I've given to anyone in a long time. He tenses up in surprise but then hugs me back fiercely. I pull out of the hug and give him a kiss on the cheek. His eyes widen and he puts his hand on his cheek. "What was that for?"

I smile. "For my room. I love it, thank you so much."

He smiles back. "No problem, sweetie."

"I'm going to go to bed. Big day tomorrow."

"Okay Bells. Goodnight."

I run back up the stairs to my room. After changing into my pajamas and turning the lights off in my room, I clamber into my bed. I sigh and close my eyes, hopefully this time I have a chance at making friends.