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This is fucked up but I'm tired and I can't function.
You got a double update. This chapter is terrible.
                          
tw- rape etcetcetc
                          
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C
                          
We were all sitting in a circle playing truth or dare.
                          
"Okay! Jared, truth or dare?" Zoe shouted from her spot on the double air mattress.
                          
"I'm no pussy. Dare."
                          
"I dare you to-" she looked around for a moment, eyes landing on me, "put some of Connor's eyeliner on."
                          
"He-ey, n-o fai-r."
                          
She pulled some out of her bag, placing it in Jared's open, sweaty palms, "Go. Bathroom. Make yourself look real pretty."
                          
I half laughed, half snorted at the last comment and sat quietly while the others played. Alana had dared Zoe to serenade her with the ukulele she had brought with her.
                          
"I think you'll know this one." she said to Alana.
                          
"We're still here guys." Evan interjected before they started making out. We were sat on the floor by the side of his bed, he was snuggled into my side and my head was on top of his. Jared still wasn't back.
                          
Zoe began, "Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you.
Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you."
                          
She kept her strumming consistant as she continued, ending the song with a subtle C.
                          
Everyone clapped. Apart from me. I grabbed my notepad, so I didn't have to speak.
                          
'You mixed the Em and the Bm7 up in the middle. At the end you should have ended with an Am to complete the song.' I held it up above my head.
                          
"Oh really? Since when do you knlw anything about music? If your so big and smart, truth or dare."
                          
I scrawled the word 'DARE' in huge letters.
                          
"I dare you to play the song. I fricking dare you."
                          
"Fricking?" "Shut up Ally."
                          
I took the ukulele and began strumming, clearing my disheveled throat and trying to get the words out.
                          
"Wise men say"
                          
Oh Connor come here.
                          
"Only fools rush in"
                          
You need to be really quiet for me, okay?
                          
"But I"
                          
Okay Papa.
                          
"Can't h-el-p"
                          
What are you doing Papa?
                          
"f-a-llin-g"
                          
I felt so dirty. The tape he had thrown over my mouth didn't stop my muffled screams. Sticky. He curled up against me, playing with my dull curls, soaked with tears and blood. He sang me a song.
                          
Angel.
                          
No. Papa. Leave me alone. Papa. I don't want you to. Papa. Papa. Papa.
                          
Pumpkin.
Angel.
Darling.
This is our little secret.
                          
Papa. Stop it.
                          
I don't want it Papa.
                          
Every other day for 5 years. My Father would send my Mother on an errand, tie me up and do as he wished.
                          
I was seven years old. I could hear my little sister crying from her locked bedroom door as I screamed in that dark room. Tied up. Gagged. No hope.
                          
Sticky.
                          
No Papa.
                          
Sticky.
                          
No Papa.
                          
Sticky.
                          
No Papa.

                          
Daddy's little secret. Daddy's little angel.