I was slowly drifting to sleep when I seen someone walking tword us. I tilted my head straight and rubbed my eyes, to rid of the circles. Then I saw him clearly, my dad, and in his hand, rope. My eyes flashed open in fear, my heart raceing faster and faster and faster. Was it this late already! Did I miss curfew!? I quickly got up. He was crossing the road. If I stayed he would surely take me to the basement, why else would he bother to get me. And I shouldent even think of running away, night time outside of my house is worse than my house. All the victims I've seen at night time, the crying, pleas for help, girls being draged into alleyways, by their hair, by men. I blinked, get out of my head, out of my head! I shaked my head and came back to reality. My dad grabbing my shoulder, squeezeing it tight. Mr. Phin wrapped in the rope dangling from a hook on the roof, yelling at my dad to get away from me. He grabed my hair and started pulling me, I tryed screaming for help but my voice was not their, I was to scared. Now at the basement door my voice came back, "PLEASE DAD PLEASE, I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!" He grabed more of my hair and slammed my head into the door, the door swong open and I tumbled down the stairs. I opened my eyes and tryed to get up, I could see him in the doorway taking off his belt. I reached for my head and felt blood run throw my fingers, tears blured my eyes, the cold cement floor stained red. How did this all start? I remember, I remember clearly.