Chapter sixty five.

Sandra's Nightmare.

When Sandra woke up she was under a thick blanket. The feeling was familiar, and without a second thought, she knew why?

Without hesitation. She hurriedly threw the cover off her, throwing her legs off the bed so she is sitting in the edge.

"Sure enough. It's my room. Again." She noted.

Aggrievedily, she walked to her closet. Throwing the door open, she grabbed on a furry coat, and a fair of black, fur, soaks then put them on.

'This will do.'

Slowly looking around her room, she snorted. 'where did I keep the fucking umbrella?'

Completely undisturbed, she threw her room door open just in time to hear an harsh whisper.

"The fuck are you saying Davis?" Vanessa said angrily. "What the fuck do you think you are saying? That's our daughter in there. Our daughter."

"Am sure you heard me loud and clear Essa, that girl is not my daughter." Davis yelled back. "You can take her to who ever did that to her, or get the fuck out of my house. Both of you."

"She was raped Davis. S