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    The door opened slowly. Thirteen-year old Madison was sleeping. Nick Parks, stood in the doorway looking at his only daughter. His eyes swept the room. Toys everywhere. What a spoiled thing, he thought. He walked into the room and stopped at the bed, reeking of beer. He took a deep breath and stared. She grew up so beautifully. A little sample wouldn’t hurt before she went out into the world and gave it out for free. He slid under the covers with her and pulled her close to his body.
    “Dad?” she asked sleepily.
    “Mom and I had a fight so I’m sleeping with you okay princess.”
    “Okay.” She mumbled, falling back to sleep. He took his hand and ran it along her body. The girl at thirteen had full breast and a figure that was still developing. He grabbed a fistful of her panties and ripped them from her body. She woke up, startled. “Dad?!”
    “You be a good little girl and stay still.” Fear crept up on her. “Princess you’re a woman now and there are things a woman has to do.” With that he pushed her back on back and pried her legs open.
    “Daddy what are you doing?!” He tried to kiss her. His bee r breath made her sick. “No! Daddy please!” Nick broke all bonds between a father and daughter, by jamming himself into his thirteen year old daughter, who screamed. He covered her mouth.
    “No. No. Daddy’s little princess doesn’t scream.” He slurred, lettin g go of her mouth while tearing deeper into her body.
    “You’re hurting me.” She cried, tears falling down her cheeks.
    “Shut up!” She scratch his face and he responded by slapping her across the face. She began to scream at the top of her lungs.
    “MOM! MOMMM!”
    “She’s not here. Now stop all that screaming you little slut!” He was so busy trying to keep her quiet he forgot to pull out when he came and didn’t realize until after he released her after he was done, leaving her both crying and bleeding. “You b e a good girl and go back to sleep.” He got off the bed and staggered out the room. Madison huddled up in the middle of her bed, crying and in pain.
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    “Ms. Parks! You’re needed on set. Oh my god! Are you okay?” Madison stared at Carle in the mirror . Her face covered in tears, tears that were for the little girl robbed of her innocence so long ago. She jumped to reality.
    “Yes. I’m fine. I’ll be right out.”
    “Are you sure? I can tell the director to give you some more time.”
    “I’m coming. Let me freshe n up please.” Carle slowly back out the trailer while Madison continued to stare at herself. She had to stay a good person. She couldn’t go back to being the whore he father made her be.

Duchessa
    I stood in the middle of the subway station, waiting for t he train to arrive. I could feel several eyes on me, men and women. I wasn’t new to the game or this city. I was born into it after all. But this would be a new experience. My life was far from perfect but I have no regrets on which course it had taken.  I was born April 26 th to my momma, Careena Brown. I never met my father .All I know of him is that he was from Bensonhurst. Typical right? Anyways, growing up momma and me live in a two bedroom brownstone in Bed-Sty. Momma met my pops when she was running w ild and had a fire in her pants that she need put out. They met in the summer of 1979 in Coney Island. Long story short, I got conceived that July and nine months later I popped out: Emilia Lynn Ricci. Momma never really talked much about him or gave me cl ues as to what and who he was. But I know for a fact he wasn’t black. What full black girl would have full shiny, thick black hair and sultry bedroom green eyes? Plus with a last name like Ricci he had to be Italian or something.
    The train pulled into the station and I stood still as