Mines along those lines. My father is an abusive alcoholic and my mother never stood up for herself. She never went to the cops she always lied about the bruises. When my twin got ill she was reprieved. She spent every minute at the hospital with her. But that left me to dear old dad. I never slept. When my sis was out of the hospital I would hear him in the night. I heard him rape her every night, and I would pray he'd pass out and not come for me.

I still hear the screaming in the dark of night. I hear every noise and to this day I still sleep poorly. He did come for me