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Last night, I had a Dream, a weird one, one that will never come true. I hope. His voice scared me, usualy it was nice, calm, and friendly. Being a friends dad I never expected it. He took me and his dughter to an appartment. He locked the door and pulled out a gun, "Be quiet, or I'll shoot." Caylee hugged me for protection from her own father. He told her to get on the bedroom and for me to follow. He told me to face the corner. I did. I heard whimpering and cloths hitting the floor, Crying, and movement. Scared of not knowing what was happening I tuned around. I quckly faced the corner wanting to Help her. I held my ears, trying to block out the sound. I hummed my favorite song, wanting my dream to change sceen and mood. A huge hand grabbed my sholder, I turned around, and stood up. He pulled me to the bed. "Lay down." I did. "Don't move." He took my hands and put them above my head. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it off. He grabbed my pants and pulled them off. I Kneed him in the croch, He punched me in the face. I cried and closed my eyes. He did things to me. I screamed. I woke up and cried.
