The letter on the door said,

Mom,
I have to talk to you.
Please wake me up.
Victoria

Just after I placed the chair back under the door, he rattled the door knob. He shook the door hard; it wouldn't budge so he ripped off the letter from the door. I waited in my bedroom all night for my Mother. She came home around 2:30 am. As soon as I heard her I called out to her. “MOM!" She shouted back to me, “GO TO BED RIGHT NOW!"

The sound of her angry tired voice was enough to keep me quiet. I could tell she worked hard and didn't want to hear anything at this moment from me, so I lay in bed and heard them having sex. It was so gross. I wanted to tell her. I covered my ears and closed my eyes. Finally I fell asleep. The next day I woke up and Brown Angel was not there. I asked her where he went. She told me he was visiting his son. She was smiling and cleaning the house. I tried to tell her, but could not find the courage to do so. That night he came home. He was high on some drug and picked a fight with me while we ate dinner.

I should have yelled out right then and there. "MOM HE MOLESTED ME" But I couldn’t, I was scared and knew he was high on drugs. I thought he might kill me or do something bad again. He had a gun in the house. I didn't want him to use it on my Mother or me. My Mom sent me to my room because of my behavior on that evening. She still does not know anything. He left the house and didn't come back that night. The next morning she was putting on her make up and I sat and watched her.

Out of the blue I said, "Mom, I have to tell you something."
"Go ahead, tell me" she said while putting on her mascara.
"It's bad Mom, you're not going to like it."
She put down the makeup and looked at me. She said, "What wrong?"
"Mom, Angel touched me."
"WHAT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?" she said hysterically.
"Calm down Mom, it's not my fault. I was watching TV and he just came up and placed his knee on my back and started fondling my private area"

She cried and held my shoulders and told me to swear to God. "I swear to God it's true. The night I yelled out to you and you told me to go to bed, that the night it happened."
"What am I going to do? I don't know what to do! Oh my God!" she cried out loud. She quickly got her clothes on and took me to the police station. She brought me to a detective and told me tell him everything. The detective told her that if she presses charges I would be taken out of her custody and placed in protective custody.

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