Chapter 4
Her Story
Later that night, when she had put her brother to bed, she went to talk to her father about what had happened at her mother's house. When she got downstairs her father was in the kitchen washing dishes. She sat down at the counter and began to talk. 'Dad, I need to talk to you" she said solemnly. "What is it?" he said "need another book?" He laughed, but , when he saw the expression on her face he stopped. "What's wrong dear?" " Mom is......not well. She yells at me nonstop and the other night she just-" "Wo, slow down. Now tell me what happened. Slowly please." "Well, her boyfriend came over and they were........getting busy." She proceeded to tell him the whole story.
When she finished she was silent. Tears rolled down her cheeks and fell onto the counter top in a small puddle. Then he spoke. "Well, that's..........interesting. But I'm sure he had a good reason!"
She sat there in disbelief, her jaw open appalled at what her father just said. She stood for a moment and then.." What the hell!? Good reason!? Good reason!? What the hell is a good reason to rape me!? Did you hear me clearly? He RAPED me! You have to do something!" She yelled through her tears.
"It's not as easy as you think." He replied calmly. "How can you be so calm about this? You have to help me!" She cried. " I can't!" he yelled. "What do you mean you can't? You're in the ministry! Do something!" She replied. " Look, I know about the problems you and your mother are having. It's a lot to deal with. But you can't go making up stories about your mum. It's just not right.' He finished. She couldn't speak. She was shocked. Her own father didn't believe her. She had proof though. Bruises don't heal quickly and scars still remained.
She stripped down to her undergarments. His jaw dropped. There they were. Dozens of bruises and scratches all over her body. One on her wrist made him gasp. It was a hand print. He began to cry. "I'm...........I'm so sorry" he muttered.