The drifting traffic lights sheds a golden glow on Rachel’s face. Her blonde pigtails blowing in that crisp autumn wind yet hang limp when it calms. The farmhouse is miles away but she can still hear the pig squeals and snorts from the cows. Daddy Barkslow the town called her father. She hated the cheers that welcomed them everytime they came into town. How he was held so esteemed among men because he helped provide capitol and food for the town. But she knew another side to Daddy Barkslow that they didn’t know, his selfish desires and explicit tendencies. Her fingernails had mud under them, as did her overalls and her chin. Her magnificent blonde hair had a strawberry tint to it from the struggle between her and her father. She has no siblings so she is neither the oldest nor youngest but no matter how many years go by she will never be a woman. As she runs down the street she cries knowing that something has been left behind, something that can never be retrieved that will forever leave a stain on her soul. Although she was physically fourteen, she felt her mind has never been lifted past the age of six when Daddy Barkslow had first started his escapades. The first time, as painful as it had felt, inside she felt nothing. No alarm or reason for trouble, just a funny bop whenever she walked. She ever realized that the feeling from day one never left and as he would continue to invade her young body, what was placed inside would only grown and envelope anything that would try and categorize her as a person. They would eat dinner in silence, she would stay up late watching the Powerpuff girls but randomly, over the years he would come grab her by the wrist without a word and pull her to the stables. Her mother was never known and no one else lived near the farm for miles. It was just her and the animals that secretly felt her pain knowing that soon enough they would feel something similar or worse. She runs onward down the street hoping with every step she would be a breath away from the police station. She never once worked up enough nerve to resist her father, but when he slapped her for telling him that she had found a new love something snapped. She knew what he was doing to her was wrong but in her heart anything to please him she would not hesitate no matter how much it hurt her. Knowing later that night her father would grab her and bring her to the stables, she hid a garden spade in the dirt next to the table he always laid her out on. “This was it” she thought to herself, that night when he came for her as he always did she didn’t struggle in fact she led him. Sensing a change within her Daddy Barkslow struggled a bit but his hunger wouldn’t let him leave. He followed her removing his lumberjack with his free hand; she cuts off the dangling light. She only had on a white slip tonight, she didn’t want his mind distracted with having to fight with buttons or zippers or anything she wanted his attention on one thing and one thing only. As he takes her roughly on the table she fights with him a little bit, knowing it turned him on even more. He buries his head in her undeveloped breast and she twists her body enough to grab the spade. He screams frightening her, “Ohhhhh…” Her warmth has him hypnotized as he puts his head down again to dip into her wellspring of life, she lifts the spade out of the dirt placing her other hand on his grizzly face, “Yes daddy…” she moaned steadying her aim. He grunts and as if on queue, she throws the spade with all her might into the side of his skull piercing her own hand in the process. He pumps her a few more times each one weaker than the last as he lets out some scrambled noise and slides out of her. She wipes the blood out of her eyes surprised and scared, not sure what to do. ”Daddy?” she calls to his twitching corpse, “Daddy?” she says once more holding herself. “get up and go your free now” a voice says in her head. She stands looking in the corner of the stable where she stashed the overalls and shoes. The animals all start to squeal as well as if they have been released in unison with her. She feels fear and relief, as if she answered a million dollar question or just narrowly escaped the cops because of the perfect alibi at the last second. She runs pausing to take a breath. Shhhh….sssshhhh… She hears a rustle in the bushes on the side of the road. Her blood freezes; she screams aloud burning with fear and anger. “What do you want from me? I killed you! I killed you!” the rustle keeps coming and as her captor emerges she falls on the ground in a ball letting the hands grab her. “Rachel…Rachel your safe” other figures emerge with flashlights and she stays curled in that ball rocking back and forth fearful that Daddy Barkslow will come get her. “Has anyone seen Barkslow!” one of the officers call out and Rachel grips herself tighter as she is helped to her feet.