The Lies That Binds

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streaking her cheeks, 13-year-old Callie drew her knees to he

us sneer plastered across his face. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Deliberately, he

m and filling the room. "Don't be a little brat now, come out, let's play." He slurred, as

he knew she had just gotten off it. Calista's heart raced wildly in her hiding spot, her head throbbing wit

he swallowed hard. He was just feet away from

he implications. She didn't want to offend him more than she already did by hiding from him. A

and pray her father didn't find her, even though

ried in utter dismay, her face twisting in a mixture of terror, despair, and disgust. Daddy

, he grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her out of the close

she struggled to break free, the more she aggravated him. Angrily, he turned to her and yelled in her face,

e, the other crashing against his groin, in between his legs. "Arghhhh; Fuckin Bitch!" Daddy groaned and yelled in

er, sending icy shivers down her spine. She knew

mble to her feet and flee for her life, he lunged at her, his fingers closing around the collar of her nightdress like a vice. With a sa

, rivulets of blood dripping from the back of her h

nd abusive bellows that rained from her father's lips. Not until he climb

r despair and frustration for freedom all charging to fight bac

h rage, as Callie blocked his aggressive touches with one and

by her side. And with a swift, deadly motion, she swung at him a

herself in his own blood. Memories of the pain and abuse she went through in his hands flooded her mind, encouraging her to thrust

s body instantly thudded lifelessly

unknowing feeling of satis

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r than an atomic bomb. The news, magazines, and social media content creators took it upon themselves to make the story well known. And the curious citizens of Ohio, obliviou

lored and devoid of any emotion, was still marked with a purple bruise from the trauma she endured many nights before

, given how dissociative she had been with her surroundings. All of these people had no relation to Call

. Callie's aunt and prosecutor. The only relative with

silently tapped her right shoe against the cold floorboards. With her fingers tightly interla

anded the verdict to the Judge. In a minute, the judge thoroughly scanned the verdict form. He looked up, adjusted his spect

this court that the defendant is found... NOT GUILTY of the c

m tightly shut her eyes and said a silent grateful prayer before opening the

shed with a bang of his gavel against the bench, as he rose to

n whom she once referred to as Child Services. "Child Services," she heard a little voice in her head whisper back to her with fear. Her aunt had made it clear that

r and then handed Callie over to them. She bent over to Callie's ea

ade sure you got justice, and I'm sure your

ed Callie's gaze, which was fixed heavily on the Ch

family, and I trust that Mrs

ood care

y? Calli