Kenzie's POV

I was in my room, my old room, in the old house. All that was in there was a bed in the corner. I was curled up in another corner on the floor, trying to go to sleep. Suddenly, my door flew open and in came my dad. He shut the door and took off his belt. That either meant it was game night or I was in trouble. He walked over to me, towering over me. "Hands," he simply said. I was in trouble. I held out my shaking hands with my palms up, and he hit them with his belt. "Bad girl," he said after every slash. I don't know what I did wrong this time. A lot of times, I don't know. He drops the belt and I pull my bleeding hands in close to my chest. He slips off his shoes and socks. So it's game night, too. We don't have a lot of these, but enough for me to remember what happens. He tells me that he doesn't want them regularly, or else they won't be fun anymore. They're never fun to me, but I have to do what he says. He scoops me up and sets me on the bed in the other corner. My knees are still up too my chest when he sets me down. "Come on, now," he says as he pushes my legs down. I lay on the bed, stiff. He takes his shirt off, then my shirt off and climbs over me. He kisses my whole upper body. I feel gross. Then he takes his jeans off, then my skirt off, leaving him in his boxers and me in my underwear. "Open your mouth," he says. I slowly do what he tells me to, and he puts his mouth on top of mine. He rubs up and down my legs as his tongue rooms freely in my mouth. I whimper as his hand goes under my underwear. He takes off his boxers.

"Please, daddy, don't," I beg as hot tears trickle down my face.

"Shhhh," he says calmly as he slips my underwear off.

"Daddy, no," I cry out at he forces my legs apart. Then I scream.

Demi's POV

I wake up to a blood curdling scream. This isn't a regular nightmare scream. This scream makes me think someone's dying. I fly out of bed and down the hall to Kenzie's room. She's lying there, belting out that horrible scream while cupping her hands over her private. I run to her, sitting beside her and start to gently shake her. "Kenzie!" I yell over her screams, but nothing happens. I try shaking a little harder, but it seemed to make it worse, if that was even possible. I run into the bathroom that is connected to her room. I have a big plastic cup on the side of the tub. I fill it with water, then go back Kenzie, who has stayed in her same position. I pour the water onto the top of her head, trying to stay away from her mouth so she won't inhale it. Her eyes pop open and she goes silent, looking around. She notices me, and instead of screaming, she cries. She sits up and her hands are still over her private. "Shhh, it's okay, shhh," I coo as I reach for her arms, but she flinches back at my touch. "It was just a dream," I calmly explain to her. She frantically shakes her head, and I give her a confused look to add with my already worried face.

"It wasn't just a dream," she whispers between sniffles. Her breathing was really un-even.

"Try to breath properly for me. Follow me, inhale, exhale." I continue with a steady pace. Her breathing slowly comes back to normal with just a few hiccups every once it a while. "What happened," I ask, and she shakes her head. "Come on, baby, talk to me. What happened?"

She looks down at her hands over her private, then back up at me with teary eyes. "I can't tell you," she whispers.

So what do you think? Is it too much?