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snapped her eyes shut and did as she was told.
    â€œI’m a virgin,” she croaked out through tears.
    â€œEven better,” he snarled. He leaned down and let a gob of his alcohol - reeking spit fall from his mouth onto Sunny’s nearly bald vagina. Sunny let out another belch of sobs.
    â€œI said shut the fuck up or I’ll blow your brains out and that bitch of a mother of yours,” he said gruffly as he swiped his hands up and down to make sure his spit served as a lubricant.
    â€œOuch,” Sunny cried as he probed her virginal opening with his finger first. “Yes. Nice and tight like I like it.” He reared up over her and grabbed his dick in his hand. With his knees he forced her slim, child - like thighs open.
    â€œPlease don’t,” Sunny tried one more plea. Her words seemed to just turn him on.
    â€œAhh,” he grunted as he thrust into her with all his might.
    â€œAhhhhh!” Sunny belted out. Pain like she had never experienced before shot through her vagina, butt and abdomen.
    Sunny jumped out of her sleep so fiercely that she scared Sean. His head immediately began pounding from being snatched out of his own fitful sleep.
    â€œSunny? You all right?” Sean wolfed as he jumped up. He looked at her strangely. Her eyes were wild, her chest was moving up and down rapidly, and her fists were clenched like she was ready for war.
    â€œIt’s me, Sean. You are at my house . . . Remember, you came here last night,” Sean said, trying his best to help her calm down. Sunny looked at him and immediately the corners of her eyes went soft.
    â€œI’m sorry. I just . . . I had a bad dream,” Sunny explained. She closed her eyes for a few minutes because she knew that what she dreamt about was actually her reality.
    â€œOne day you won’t have to live with all of that, Sunny, I promise. One day I’m going to save you from all of that,” Sean said with a sincerity in his voice Sunny had never heard from anyone in her life. Sean meant every word of it, too.

Chapter Three
    Fall 1999
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    â€œGet the fuck up, nigga!” Sean barked, his favorite Glock extended out in front of him. Fox had given Sean the gun as a gift, followed by the words, “This is the piece that spilled the brains of the nigga who killed your mother. It’s yours now.”
    â€œYou like fucking with little girls? Huh! You nasty m’fucker! I’ve been waiting years for this day, you fucking dog!” Sean snarled, cracking the gun over the sloppy, smelly overweight man’s forehead.
    â€œSean! Don’t! Let’s just leave!” Sunny screamed, her face a mess as the purple, green, and blue rings around her left eye became filled with a fresh set of blood pooling under her skin.
    â€œI said get up, nigga, and face me like a man! You can put your hands on a seventeen-year-old girl . . . well face a m’fuckin’ seventeen-year-old nightmare now, bitch,” Sean gritted, this time hitting Sunny’s stepfather so hard the white meat became exposed on his forehead. Sunny started bouncing on her legs like she had to pee, her hands flailing in front of her like she had touched something hot.
    â€œSean, please. Stop! He will kill you or get you arrested!” she pleaded. Sean turned toward her, his face folded so tightly in a frown Sunny hardly recognized her friend standing there.
    â€œYou come and tell me this nigga been raping you since you was a little girl . . . your ass just had an abortion with his baby at seventeen and you think I’m gonna stop?” Sean spat so hard small specks of spit flew out of his mouth and sprinkled onto Sunny’s battered face.
    Her shoulders slumped in defeat and she hung her head low. Sean was right, she had run to him and confessed after the abortion and after her mother had almost beat her to death for sleeping with her stepfather . . . or as her mother had put it, Sunny had seduced her