A brief excerpt from not yet published book It's Life about a teenage girl who encounters abuse.
I saw Jack coming towards me. I also noticed the detective eating on a bench far enough not to hear but close enough to see. He was watching. Jack motioned for me to take out my earphones. Once I did, he started in on me.
"Did you tell 'em? Tell me the truth or I swear to God I'll kill you. Did you?"
"No. They tried real hard to get me to tell, though. They won't leave me alone until they know."
"Don't worry about them. I'll take care of 'em."
My eyes widened as I realized what he meant. "No! Don't!"
He shoved me. "You don't tell me what to do! I tell you what to do, slut! I'll do whatever I want to those retarded friends of yours and you won't stop me. You won't even make a move to stop me 'cause you're so damn scared of me, coward. Why don't you just go cuddle up with your bunny and cry me a river?"
He was right. I was too scared. "Well, at least I don't get turned on by kids half my age!" I whispered furiously, keeping an eye on the detective. He grinned at the tears in my voice. He stroked my cheek. As someone distracted the detective, he kissed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I bit his tongue. Jack jerked back with a curse and slapped me across the face.
"You'll pay for that, bitch!" As I watched him go, I wondered how he would punish me more than he already did.
When I got home from school, I, as usual, went to my room to put down my bag before eating a snack. But, I didn't expect to find Jack waiting there for me. When I started back out the door, he was suddenly there closing it. I just stood there facing the door, my back to him, not daring to turn around.
"Turn around, Crystal," Jack said in a low, soft voice. I felt the goosebumps breaking out on my arms and a shiver climbing my spine. I ordered myself not to turn around, not matter how strong my instinct was to face the enemy.