My head was spinning. My back was sore. My eyes wet with tears. Why was my daddy doing this to me? My father had to pay.

My father was downstairs in his study. I took a deep breath and walked in.

"Hey, sweetheart," he said.

"Daddy, you have to stop," I said.

"Sweetheart, don't talk about this now," he replied.

"No, we have to talk about this now. If you stop raping me, I won't tell anyone."

I seemed to have his full attention.

"Never touch me again and I won't breathe a word of this to anyone. But if you lay another hand on me again, I'll go straight to the police. And if I ever find out that you touched one of my sisters, I'll kill you."

I walked out of his study, leaving my dad to his thoughts. I prayed he would leave me alone. Maybe God would finally answer them.