Our Beginning

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"Please stop"

"You're a bad little slut"

"It-It hurts"

The sound of a whip could be heard. Tears pouring down an 8 year old girls face.

Nobody will understand. They will never know that I was left for dead.

The day was June 3rd. Sunday. My birthday. The day I was left for dead. I looked up to him. He was my brother. Alex Baker. He is the reason I dread my birthday. He is the reason I am mute.

My brother, Alex Baker, left me for dead on my birthday after he raped me.

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