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The mere hint of moonlight shone through the windows and I could see the look in his eyes, a look of lust and hate all at once. It was a look I was too young to understand then, but it was not one of fatherly love and admiration. As I looked into his eyes, a daughter’s pleas went unheeded. This man was no longer my father.
Angel Eyes: A Collective Memoir of Child Sexual Abuse ©FreedomInk 2012
Publish date April 2012
