A/N: So basically this is a story that me and my friend Lin, who's like my personal editor for CaM, decided to write. This is just the prologue but trust and believe we have some ideas for this story...enjoy the ride!

Please understand that I'm not making this up, and I’ve never had. For the past year I've been haunted by him; the gluttonous man, hungry for nothing more than to break the innocent.

But why me?

Why must I endure the torment? Had my father only known what was going on in his mind my life would have been only as complicated as what to wear the next day or where to meet my friends. I have thought this through, day after day. I have driven myself mad with worry and concern every night, wishing that he would not return again and yet, I was always wrong. Resting motionless under my covers, I heard his voice clear as day. He desired my terror, my unadulterated fear as to his every move. He wanted me to question his motives and I do…I really do.

His whispers, his declarations over the past days have become more urgent though, and I'm led to believe that my days are numbered, something I’ve been made to believe out of his balmy breath. The tremors in his voice hissed the yearnings for my eighteenth year. The day I would be his. A full adult, legal to the world, and no longer my own person, but his belonging. The possession of the one I loathe, truly the beginning of my end.

Please…please believe me when I say that he is a horrid, foul human being that deserves death for the pain he has caused me, because no one else does. But how could my father think ill of him? They work together. They've known each other for such a long time, perhaps longer than I've been alive. He simply believes me to be infatuated with an 'older man'. Can he not see that man's stares? Can he not hear his footsteps in my room at night, alone with his vulnerable and defenseless daughter? Why doesn't he see? Why doesn't he believe? Why doesn't anyone believe me?

For whomever unfolds this piece of paper and regards my words as truth, please know that I'm frightened. The slight spark of my fear has blazed forward, aflame with a deep, unwavering woe that will not cease at this uncertainty. I want to say that I love my parents and family no matter what happens to me or what they believe. Just know that I hope I'm overreacting and that by next week you'll all be with me as life goes on. And as I write this, I find my anxiety overwhelming as my worst fear has peaked through the darkness like a silent predator stalks its prey. There is no light within this chasm. Trapped by the surrounding walls, I feel my days growing narrower as my soul, stifled under his clout, comprehends what tomorrow may bring. My greatest despair…my eighteenth birthday.

Love,

Adrianna