"I was three when it happened; my dad told me it was a game but I screamed in pain and because of that he made a cut in my Left arm so I would learn to not scream when he did that. My mom asked what happened and my dad told her I had just bumped against the coffee table and I had the cut from one of the edges. She didn't listen tough; she was way to busy cheating on him to even ask more questions. Every Wednesday when I got home from kindergarten I always left the car first and went inside to wide from him, I hid behind doors and courtines, under the beds, once even inside the trash can. But he always found me and then…then he ripped my clothes and made his way inside of me. I cried and begged "Please, daddy stop it please, please, you hurting Me." and he always responded "Do you like it? Do you? Say you like this! Scream my name!" and this repeated over and over again around fifty-two times a year. Two years later when I was around five my mom kicked my dad out. I was relieved, I felt free now we couldn't do that again, no more rapping for me. Then around my sixth birthday I was leaving for the school bus when someone grabbed me from my back a pushed me inside a bush. I knew it was him, only that messed up monster could do such a thing. I tried to scream for help; usually we were alone at home but now we were at my elementary school and I was hoping somebody could hear me but they didn't. Before I could try screaming for a second time we took a gun, a 38 caliber to be précised and threaten me with it. After that we waited until they all left and he took me to the back seat of the car, I arrived home two hours later and my mom didn't even notice. These became usual until the day that monster finally won my custody from my mom and I had to live with him and his new trophy wife and my one year old half-sister. The abuses continued again every Wednesday and I still hid from him. Then on June 26th 2008 I saw something terrible; I witnessed a murder. It was late, that I remember, I was weak because of another of my dad's"sessions" with me in that afternoon; when I heard a scream. My half sisters were asleep and didn't do anything but I snook out to my dad's and Susan's bedroom; halfway there the scream I heard before had disappeared. I knew what he had done in that moment so I hid myself behind an indoor plant and a couch; then I saw him taking a waffle iron and wearing it to disfigure Susan's face leaving all her face burnt and irreconcilable and then we wrapped her in a shower courtine and drove away with her body. Nobody ever found out and so I wouldn't have the same end I kept my silence for my life. The body was ditched at the woods behind the park; it was probably eaten by animals or something by now so dot even bother to look for it and just scratch her name from the missing persons list. He left his daughters without a mom and didn't even wonder why he did it. A couple of months ago I noticed he was looking at Lexie way too much and had that weird glow in his eyes; I read his mind like an open book and just knew he would start to rape her too if somebody didn't stopped him. The last time I saw him like that was before the first time he violated me and it haunts me every day. He kept his 38 caliber inside the first drawer of his dresser so I took it while he was doing breakfast. When we got back and he was taking he's Viagra to prepare himself for me and then probably Lexie I locked Lexie and Molly in the attic and hid the key under my mattress. When he took me to his room, he…he… throw me in bed while he took he's pants off and then I pulled the gun from under the bed."

"But that's not the whole story isn't it?"

"There's nothing else to it."
"You're lying!"
"How do you know, are you a mind reader?"
"No I read the police report of the murder and by the scars in your face and hands I know that "several wounds and small fractures in arms face to the deceased oldest daughter were found and treated in Seattle Grace Hospital followed by an interrogation" did happen."

"Well, my plan was to take him out there but faith had other plans for it..." Meredith started to cry and to hyperventilate.

"It's okay; you don't have to tell me the rest now. This was the first session and I can't believe how fast you opened up to me."
"I did?"

A nurse knocked on the door informing them it was time.
"You did; now it's time, you'll tell me the rest next week okay?"
"Okay doctor Shepred."
"Please, I'm still a med. student and you're my first real patient, call me Derek."

I really wanted to write something a little more dark and twisty and it took me a long time to plan this story, it won't be very long but it will explore a really dark territory. This chapter it's more like an introduction and besides the first line it's a little shorter than the ones I usually write. I don't know if you have an idea of the time that passed between Susan's death and Thatcher's so if you don't when Susan was murdered Meredith was 9 and when Thatcher died Meredith was twelve.

What did you think? Review me please! ;)