Finding Rayna

thought to myself. That teacher doesn't understand how my life is total hell

ause the teacher wished to talk to me, but how my mother would react to me arriving home late. Getting ho

ng for me when I opened it. I tremble, knowing

the hell have you been? Who wer

had forgotten to turn in an assignment, and she wanted to ensure that I would compl

a stupid, worthless whore. How did I end up with a daughter like you? Get your ass i

ay as I run into the ki

tove to make Chili. The dining room table can seat up to ten people. I soon had all the ingredients mixed, the groun

t. I said we don't have all damn day to sit here and waste. My God, Travis, now do you see why we call her worthless? It's like Rayna has no clue what her ass ne

e banged that cunt of hers?" Travis says as he stares at me, ma

oon find someone that could. I spent my time cooking, cleaning, and doing things my family didn’t want to do. I am a maid to them. In situati

h dinner. With my back turned to the boys, I stirred the Chili, ensuring it was not sticking, when I heard the front door open and shut. My heart sank; my dad’s home. He scares me more than anyone I have ever met; my

ld just fade into nothingness. Instead, I am stuck here. Dad walks into the kitchen and

lls as he walks over to me and punches me in the face and stomach. I bend over, holding my midsection, gasping for air. He hits me again in the gut; I fall to the floor on my knee

d to move too fast or take deep breaths. Once in my bedroom, I do as much of my homework as possible.

I was washing the dishes, my dad punched me in the ribs as he walked by me to get to the refrigerator. I go to wipe off the stove and get slapped in my face.

ework. As I put my books in my backpack before bed, Beau comes to my room. "Hey, whore make sure you are up in time to have breakfast done for

rned the water on, wanting it to heat a little. I glance in the mirror. I have long, dirty blond hair an

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omeone climb into my bed, grab me by the waist, and flip me over. I scream. Looking to see who it is, "What in the hell, Travis? Get out of my room, you ass," I say. He slaps me and for

and boxers off himself and rams into me. Just like that, I was now what my family always called me, a wh

my brother's best friend. I screamed and fought, but my family never came to my aid. What type of parents wouldn't come running if their child is screaming for

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ork. I don't have a lot of money, but I have some. So I gathered money I found in the washer while doing the laundry and went to school. I left at lunch, went to the pharmacy, and bought a few pregnancy t

minutes. I wait. I paced back and forth, back and forth, in the tiny restroom as my heart raced. Was I

I didn't want my child to grow up in my parent's house and have the life I have lived. I knew I had to come up with a plan to leave town. I needed to ensure that my parents

"Hi, Rayna, I am Dr. Carson. What brings you here today?" A lady in her late sixties asks me. I told her

y. I left the doctor's office with information about pregnancy and some p

little jittery and nervous.

all. I need to get out of Idaho. I just need to get away from my family and the father of this baby." Then I told her about the abuse I had

I did. She came back a few minutes later and gave me some cash. She told me to take care of myself and

nto the house, I said, "Mom, I have something to tell you." I say, looking her in the eyes. Mom nods her head, so I continue, "A month ago, when Travis stayed the night with Beau, Travis

u let that happen? Get out of my house now! Don't y

tarted before Beau and

out, you piece of

sulted in a child growing in me." Looking Beau in the eyes and then glancing at Travis, "I knew I would get thrown out of this hellhole. I planned for just that. My bags are in my car. Don't come looking for me; if I see any of you again, I will turn you in to the police, including you, Tr

ng like, "You son of a bitch, you raped my baby sister. How could you? I thought you were my best friend," Why would he care? He treated me like

going? Get your ass in the house, y

fident in myself. "Screw you, Cain. You are a sorry excuse of a man and father. I hate you. You are not

I will end up, but I know I won't be a punching bag anymore, nor will I allow myself to be treated like that again. I will make a be

om the living hell