I always wanted a good family and friends. I wanted to run and play with other children. I wanted to be happy. But most of all, I wanted to be loved.
It started with the basement. I was 5 years old. Daddy said that I was a bad girl. I needed to be punished. The basement became my home for the next 10 years.
Daddy raped me over and over again. Bloody sheets and his clothes. I don’t scream. I don’t cry. I take my punishment. More and more men become involved. Gang bangs. Every single day 2-3 times a day.
Things got worse from there. I have many many secrets. But I need to trust. I will share more later.
— Heather Nelson, age 16