“When I was 12, my parents divorced because of all of the stress that events had put on us as a family so I went to live with Mum in Arizona whilst my brothers lived with Dad in Utah. I would visit Charlie for a week once a month; and once that week was up, the boys would do the same in Arizona. One night when they were visiting, Mum, Cain and Damian went out to get a take away, a film and treats to celebrate, leaving me at home with Jack and Freddie. With every visit came a new Barbie doll for my ongoing collection. So, there I was, sitting in my new room, surrounded by dolls, shoes and dresses when there was a noise coming from my window; a sort of napping noise. I remember thinking to myself it was either Jack or Freddie in the tree house that had come with the house, so I went over to the window and draw back the curtains. I couldn’t see anyone so I began to lift the latch. The next thing I saw was a pair of black boots heading straight for me. A hand found my mouth and tried to silence my screams. I felt a rough fabric rub across my face as the stranger gagged me and pinned me to my floor. I could hear noises down stairs; shouting, followed by gun shots. I froze, allowing the strange man access. He took his chance whilst I wasn’t trying to wriggle free to thrust into me with brute force. A violent scream erupted from my throat at the pain of his actions and footsteps could be heard. I remembered the relieve I felt when Jack, tears flooding his face, burst through the door with Renee’s hand gun and realized he had fired the gun – that he and Freddie were safe. I tried to look behind him to see Freddie’s face, but he was alone. He had completely motionless when he saw what was being done to me, and raised the gun, aiming it at the man holding me against my will. The man on top of me just laughed and continued to ride me, harder and harder. I closed my eyes shut, trying to forget about the pain when I heard Jack grunt, and fall beside me, blood oozing from his chest. I remember screaming against the fabric in my mouth, screaming for someone to help my brothers. The unknown man got to his knees and let out a whistle. I couldn’t let him get away; he had taken more of my family away from me and this time I would not just sit there and take it – ‘even if it kills me’ I thought. I reached up and grabbed his leg; ‘surely someone would have heard the screams and gun shots’ I screamed at myself. I tried to bite his leg but his huge hand came down hard, and smacked me off of him. He went over to the door, before glancing back and with a dark and evil smile I had only seen on one other face before, his foot found my stomach, my face, my chest, my ribs ….