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CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Taking a restorative breath she continued. ‘I tried anyways. I opened my mouth and screamed, but my scream was cut off when he backhanded me across the mouth. We struggled for a while. I kicked and pushed, but he was too strong for me. Ignoring my cries, he forced himself upon me.’ Abigale choked on the last sentence.
‘What a bastard!’ Sean exclaimed angrily. ‘I am sorry, so very sorry to hear this Abby. You mean to tell me neither your aunt nor the boys heard your cries. None came to your aid?’
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