Reba's Point of View:

I told him no, but he wouldn't stop. His body overpowered me so much, I couldn't move. I tried so hard to get out of his grip, but we both knew that it wasn't possible. I was scared beyond belief. Just hoping Van, Brock or any one of my children would walk in on him doing this to me. The harder I fought against his rough touch, the rougher he got towards me. He pushed me against the wooden door so hard that I banged my head badly against it. I slide to the floor crying out in pain; in agony because my worst nightmare was about to come true. He kneels toward me, asking me if I was okay. He repeatedly told me that he wouldn't have been so rough to me if I didn't fight back. I thought to myself 'What did I do to deserve this? Why me?' I trusted him with every piece of me. Instead, he took advantage of it and forced himself to me to get what he wanted his way. He was too dangerous for me to just call the police. He was always watching me and my family very carefully. If I ever told anyone about what he has done to me, we are all dead. No questions asked. He has a gun with him at all times because his job requires one. Yup, you guessed it. He's a police officer. Pretty ironic huh? Usually the police is supposed to help you out of these situations. In my case, I am being abused and raped by one.