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Ripped in Two
by Niki


What does a child do? Play, eat, sleep, and learn. Who do they listen to? Mom, Dad, Sister, Brother, family, teachers, and friends. Who does a child learn from the most? Mom and Dad. When does a child grow up? Everyday.

Facing the reality of something bigger than I, has been a painful learning experience. Understand something that children shouldn't experience: molestation. Even worse, molestation of my best friend. Even worse, the molester is her father. Last year, I was fifteen years old and had the greatest friend. She was always there for me when I needed her. I do have to admit, I did get an akward feeling in her house, yet I spent hours upon hours there since kindergarten. I loved her family. I love her.

My best friend told me a secret about her dad. She said her dad touched her and fondled her when her mom wasn't home. Not knowing what the future held, I cried. As soon as i got home that night, I sat down with my parents at 10:30 at night and told them the secret. They told me that it would be wrong for them not to do anything, so they called the police.

I patiently waited, crying again, for the police to come. I tried to think about what was going to happen. I hoped she wouldn't be mad. I called 4 other of our friends that knew of the secret too. They were all glad that finally someone had the guts to step foreward and do something about it.

The police went to her house after a few hours of questioning me. Her dad was arrested that night and balied out of jail the next day by his wife. Yes, his wife bailed him out of jail. She didn't believe that he would ever do that his daughter.

Things after that were like a rollercoaster. I heard good news some days, and bad news a few minutes later. My best friend and I made a promised eachother that no matter what happened, we would tell the truth. Mental abuse from her mother however and sadly took her over.

The day she went to court, she lied while on stand and swore that her dad was not gulity. I know the truth, the police know the truth, and her dad knows the truth. He is getting off free.

I'm ashamed of the court for one reason, they let a gulity child-molester man, get off the hook free while his daughter gets to feel the wrath of him everyday of her life. Every step she takes, she will have to deal with her decision to lie for her daddy. Child abuse is occuring everywhere. It occurs in the streets, in the school systems, mentally, and in the home.

I have bairly touched the surface of what happened last summer. There is so much to my story that it would take hours to tell all of it. As of this moment, my best friend and I are not allowed to see, or speek to eathother. Her parents tired to take her away from the greatest friend she has ever had: me. My parents are trying to save me from being abused by her. Despite all of the rules, her and I both consider eachother still best friends forever. "i have learned the hard way as to who my real friends are; some just keep on hurting you while others (no matter who's in the way(or what rules there are)) are always there" (~ Quote by my best friend)

She was taught how to lie to people, use people, abuse people, and minuplate people. Sadly, there isn't much of a good, normal life for her. The man who gave her life, took it away too.




© 2002
villanelle219
est. July 1998
version 2 Oct. 1999
version 3 April 2002