I get so excited when the school bell rings on Friday afternoons. It means two days of freedom: playing tag with my friends, watching Saturday morning cartoons, shopping with Mommy at the grocery store.
After breakfast, I ask Mommy if I can go outside and play with my friends, just like always. Mommy said Okay. I don’t see the car until it was next to me. A fat, old man grabs me and pushes me into the trunk. I try to scream but he covers my mouth with his smelly hand.
Now I don’t know where my mom is; it’s dark and cold in this place. The man told me we’re going to play a game with his friends. But, all I feel is those gross men’s hands doing awful things to me, tickling my privates. I beg them to stop. They think I’m funny.
I feel so dirty. I want my Mommy.
The nightmare won’t stop. They are playing more ugly games with me and taking my picture. I want to disappear. Maybe, if I pray hard enough my guardian angel will save me. Mommy says my angel takes care of me. But, my angel doesn’t come. I wonder if the bad man took her too.
“Mommy, I’m scared,” I whisper so the fat old man can’t hear me, praying that God will tell Mommy where I am. She always knows how to find me. I’ve been here so long. Why won’t Mommy come get me? Did I do something wrong?
“Daddy? Can you find me?” My tears fall into my mouth. They make me choke.
The evil man keeps hitting me with the belt. He says I’m a bad girl. I’m bleeding everywhere. It hurts so much.
“Please somebody help me!” My brain keeps screaming over and over and over again.