'"why does he do this to me?!" she screams inside her mind. "What did I do wrong to make me deserve this?!" her mind races, searching desperately for a reason, but not a single one comes up. Imogen is her name. Rape is the game. And she's not a player, she's a game piece. In her little 5 year old mind, she knows this isn't right at all. He's touching her in places that aren't supposed to be seen, let alone touched by other people. Her instinct is to justify it, he is her daddy after all... But none of her friends seemed to fear their father the way she feared hers. Imogen's life had always been this way. Dark, miserable, horrifying to anyone on the outside. She had one sibling, a little sister, Nickole. She was 3 years younger than her and only 2 years old when the touching started. Her father seemed to leave Nicki alone. At first. Sometimes, if Imogen was uncooperative with him, he'd march upstairs, roughly pulling baby Nickole out of her crib, away from her teddy bear and blankie. To him, Imogen and Nickole weren't his daughters, they were his toys. After a while, he started showing off to his friends. Bringing them downstairs, right to where his drunken friends were watching a sports game or playing cards. This girls would be ordered to take off their clothes, if they refused, their hair would be pulled on roughly or a hand would be smacked upon their cheek. The one time Imogen and Nicki both refused, they were beaten until neither of them were conscious. Eventually, when they got old enough to fight back, he stopped. As soon as Imogen was old enough to get a job and rent a cheap apartment, she got Nickole and herself out of there. The touching was gone but the scars weren't. Emotionally and physically. Both their arms had marks on them, like railroad tracks. Sometimes, the memories come back and the scars are replaced with fresh, new cuts. Nicki sometimes panicked if a guy so much as held her hand, being touched by a guy scared Imogen too. But it's a new year, Imogen's a senior, Nickole's a freshman. They're moving past this. They can, they will.