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One day, I came home early from school and he was the only one there. He was lying on the floor when I walked into the living room.
    â€œHey, Ida.”
    â€œHey, Andre.”
    I sat on the couch and started watching television. I eventually fell asleep and when I woke up, Andre was on top of me grinding. I was startled and wanted him to get the hell up. We had done this numeroustimes before, but I was always awake. Finding him on top of me made me feel as if I was being ambushed.
    â€œGet up, Andre.”
    â€œShhh!”
    Although I had a big crush on Andre, I did not want to lose my virginity like that. “Get up!”
    â€œCome on, Ida.”
    I pushed his chest with both of my hands but he did not budge. “Get off of me!”
    Andre did not respond to me; instead, he held my hands above my head and pulled my shirt up. He sucked my breasts into his mouth and squeezed extremely hard on my nipples. It was anything but pleasurable. I screamed for him to stop but he was like a crazed dog.
    He ripped my shirt from my body and then pulled my pants down. I tried to resist him but Andre was a big guy and after a while, I was too exhausted to fight. All that I could do was try and keep my legs closed. He pulled out his penis and tried to force it inside of me. I screamed, cried, fought, but nothing I did was going to stop him from doing what he wanted to do that day.
    I squirmed at the point of penetration, and then I felt the total impact of his thrust and I was paralyzed. It was tremendously painful. He was rough and rammed me as hard as he could.
    â€œPlease, Andre, stop it! I don’t want to!” I cried.
    â€œYou like it? Huh? It feels good, don’t it?”
    â€œNo! No, it hurts! Stop it!”
    His body was moving so hard on top of me that it caused me bruises. He moaned loudly and then his body relaxed. He rolled off of me and onto the floor. He breathed heavily with his pants around his ankles and private parts still exposed. I balled in the fetal position and cried hysterically.
    â€œWhat’s wrong with you, Ida?”
    Hearing Andre’s voice made me go from the mindset of a victim to an angry-as-hell vigilante, and I ran to the kitchen and picked up a knife. I ran back into the living room, put the knife to Andre’s neck and screamed as loud as I could, “If you ever put your hands on me again, niggah, I will kill you!”
    I grabbed my clothes and took a long shower. I packed my suitcase and got the hell out of that house...
    END SPARKLE’S STORY
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    â€œI never stayed another night in a foster care home. It was me against the world. I won a few times, but the world won an awful lot. But over the years I have met others who have had different experiences with foster care homes. Some were adopted and some just felt, great gratitude for the people who took the time to care for them. I just came to terms that some bad people are going to abuse good situations.”
    â€œDamn, so you were raped?”
    â€œIs that all you got out of my story?”
    â€œThat’s enough, don’t you think?”
    â€œNo. My point is that everybody has been through something. But if you continue to blame the world, or somebody in particular, it’s not hurting them; it’s hurting you. They’re going to move on and you’re going to be stuck in the same miserable place.”
    â€œBut ain’t you mad at that Andre boy for what he did to you?”
    â€œI was. I was mad for a very long time, but not anymore.”
    â€œHow can you not be mad when that boy took your virginity from you like that?”
    â€œTime heals all wounds. And for those who cannot forget their painful past, they will forever live in pain. It was more painful for me to dwell on what happened, than it was to finally let it go and start living my life.”
    â€œSo you’re not angry anymore?”
    â€œNope.”
    â€œSo what