~DUNCAN'S POV~
I had to read what was in it.
I opened it to the page my girlfriend was just on and began reading...
'Dear diary,
I cant take it anymore! I feel so vile. Dirty. Violated. Abused! What would Duncan say if he found out? He would be disgusted with me, absolutely disgusted!
I just wanna scream, throw a tantrum, do something to make it stop. But i cant, if i refuse to do what Uncle Brad says then, the unthinkable could happen, Duncan could find out about my past life, hurt me, abuse me, soil my body even more.
I dont wanna do this anymore, i want to be a lawyer so i can put the BASTARD behind bars. How can my own family not even sense something wrong with the way Uncle Brad acts towards me? Just turn a blind eye.
I feel so ashamed. Im just a whore. Like Uncle Brad said, like Heather said, like what Duncan would say to me, like that day, that day my own brother found out. He began working with Uncle Brad.
A whore, a prostitute, in porn movies...'
My face went pale.
I had to read what was in it.
I opened it to the page my girlfriend was just on and began reading...
'Dear diary,
I cant take it anymore! I feel so vile. Dirty. Violated. Abused! What would Duncan say if he found out? He would be disgusted with me, absolutely disgusted!
I just wanna scream, throw a tantrum, do something to make it stop. But i cant, if i refuse to do what Uncle Brad says then, the unthinkable could happen, Duncan could find out about my past life, hurt me, abuse me, soil my body even more.
I dont wanna do this anymore, i want to be a lawyer so i can put the BASTARD behind bars. How can my own family not even sense something wrong with the way Uncle Brad acts towards me? Just turn a blind eye.
I feel so ashamed. Im just a whore. Like Uncle Brad said, like Heather said, like what Duncan would say to me, like that day, that day my own brother found out. He began working with Uncle Brad.
A whore, a prostitute, in porn movies...'
My face went pale.
Bridgette: The strings of my heart
Are a tangled mess
It’s beating so hard, jumping out of my chest!
I tried to fit two men in my soul
I ended up stuck to a pole!
Choir: She got stuck
Should’ve ducked
Worse of luck
Stuck, stuck to a pole
Bridgette: I fell for every little thing that he said
And when I closed my eyes he jumped on his sled
He’s moved on; I’m still stuck in this place
Will someone pour warm water down my face?!
Choir: She got stuck
Should’ve ducked
Worse of luck
Stuck, stuck to a pole
Stuck, stuck, stuck to a pole!
(As you can [probably] tell, all of these lyrics were obtained by myself as I listened to the songs over and over until I got them right. Or almost)
Are a tangled mess
It’s beating so hard, jumping out of my chest!
I tried to fit two men in my soul
I ended up stuck to a pole!
Choir: She got stuck
Should’ve ducked
Worse of luck
Stuck, stuck to a pole
Bridgette: I fell for every little thing that he said
And when I closed my eyes he jumped on his sled
He’s moved on; I’m still stuck in this place
Will someone pour warm water down my face?!
Choir: She got stuck
Should’ve ducked
Worse of luck
Stuck, stuck to a pole
Stuck, stuck, stuck to a pole!
(As you can [probably] tell, all of these lyrics were obtained by myself as I listened to the songs over and over until I got them right. Or almost)