Innocent Revenge

I was four when my father first hit me. Don't play in the living room when daddy's been drinking, I learned that lesson quickly. I was ten when I was first molested. I grew to quickly understand that you cannot under any circumstances trust people, no matter how close to them you are. I was thirteen when I was first raped. The alley was dark, cold, and wet. The concrete could not hide my body from the boys who stood around ready to take my innocence. I was fourteen when I first fell in love. A love built on vicious lies and abuse. I was seventeen when I decided it was time I got revenge.