Sasha's POV
I was in the kitchen on instagram eating an ice cream sandwich when Brooks came up and sat next to me. I wasn't in the mood to talk to her so I was about to leave but I didn't because she asked me something that caught my full attention.
"What were his charges," She asked and I looked at her. "I don't want to talk about it," I replied and got up an
d walked over to my room. Of course Brooks followed. She followed me into the room and locked the door behind her.
"Your not going anywhere until you tell me what his charges were," "I told you already. I don't wanna talk about it." "What happened," she asked sitting next to me. I took a deep breath before answering.
"It all started when I was 4. I remember the first night he started doing what he was doing. You were at a sleep over or something and mom was working late so I was home alone with dad. We did fun stuff together. We were doing some father daughter bonding time. Everything was fun until it hit my bedtime. I thought he wanted to sleep with me to give me company but I was wrong," I said as tears rolled down my cheeks.
"He was molesting me. He was molesting his 4 year old daughter," I continued and Brooks started to comfort me.
"I was only four so I didn't know what he was doing was wrong. I actually thought it was normal. That's why I let it happen. The obident girl I am just listened to every word he said. I just stayed still as he slid his dick into my ass," I said crying harder than ever.
"Its been going on from when I was 4 to when I was 7. Thats 3 years he's been raping me," "Wait 7 was when he was arrested so how did mom find out when you thought it was normal," "One night while he was molesting me, mom came home early and caught him doing what he was doing. She was furious and started to cuss at him and dad started to cuss at her back. Mom took the first swing-" "But dad goes to jail," she said cutting me off. "Your still defendimg him," I said getting up and running to the bathroom.
I locked the door and sat on the floor. I know your gonna think this is weird but the bathroom is one of the places I cry and one of the places I focus as well as think. A few minutes later I hear someone banging on the door.
"Go away," "What did I do," Corey said. I got up and unlocked the door. I grabbed Corey and pulled him by the shirt into the bathroom. We sat down on the floor and our backs were against the door.
"Why is it so dark. Why can't you open the light," he said about to open it but I pulled him back on the floor. "I like it dark because I can think better I'm the dark," I said and we just sat there in silence.
"What's wrong," "Nothing ," "Please tell me," "It's something you won't understand," "How," "Its something that deals with my dad," I said and he stayed quiet. A few minutes later he spoke, "Who's my father," "I told you already I can't talk to you about that. Your gonna have to talk to mom," "Why can't you tell me," "Because I feel like it's something that mom should tell you.We could ask her when she gets home," I said and he nodded
Corey got up and left. A few minutes after I got up and watched TV with Corey. Thank god he cleared mind.