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My Best Friend Says Her Step Father Comes Into Her Room At Night And Touches Her - by A.B.King

   Once upon a time there lived a little girl named Tiffany. She was a good Christian girl and she loved the Lord with all her heart. She obeyed her parents like the word of God tells us to, and she also had a close and fun relationship with her parents.

   Tiffany’s best friend’s name was Amanda. They had been friends for about 3 months. They both cared about each other, they loved to play together and they even had the same fashion sense.

   They looked like sisters when they were together, and secretly they both wished that they were actually sisters.

   Things had been going on well between Tiffany and Amanda. They always told each other everything and they taught they knew each other’s every secret, until Tiffany started noticing that on somedays Amanda would wrap herself herself with her blanket and fold herself in a corner of her bed and her eyes would be fixed on the door all the while she was in Amanda’s room talking to her.  

   Tiffany would ask Amanda why her eyes are fixed on the door and Amanda would say, “Nothing” or she would change the topic.  

   Tiffany also noticed that on days when she did this she would also take an excuse, leave Tiffany in her room, and then go and take a shower.

   Sometimes Amanda would have even had 3 to 4 showers before Tiffany came but still when Tiffany came she would take excuses and go to take a shower almost every 10 to 20 minutes.

   Tiffany taught it was weird and she would try to get Amanda to tell her what’s really going on but Amanda would always say “Nothing is wrong” or that she can’t talk about it.

   Tiffany just couldn’t let it go. She had no idea what the reason might be but she was bent on finding out why.

   Tiffany finally had her opportunity when Amanda came over to her house and she wanted to borrow a new Christian story book that belonged to Tiffany.

   Tiffany refused to give it to her and she watched Amanda beg and beg and beg for an opportunity to read the book. Tiffany could see how desperately she wanted it so she told Amanda she would not only let her borrow the book but would also dash her the book if she tells her what is going on.

   Amanda stopped begging immediately. She got really uncomfortable.

   Tiffany started using the book to tempt her and told her that she should imagine what it would be like if she actually owned the book.

   Amanda felt uncomfortable and didn’t know what to do but Tiffany bugged her so much that she decided to just tell her and get the book.

   Amanda told Tiffany that she must never ever tell anyone what she is about to tell her. That she must cross her heart and hope to die if she ever tells anyone.

   Tiffany thought about it and then she crossed her heart and hoped to die that no matter what she won’t tell anybody what Amanda was about to tell her.   Then, Amanda closed the door. She lowered her voice into a whisper and said, “My step father comes into my room at night and touches me … all over my body. I’m Scared.”

   Tiffany was shocked beyond words. That night, she herself couldn’t sleep. All that she could think of was what was her best friend could be going through right now: right at this moment?

   Tiffany cried for her friend and prayed for her friend. She couldn’t tell anyone about it. Amanda would never forgive her if she did. She made a promise. She crossed her heart and hoped to die. But to make matters worse Tiffany felt so bad and awkward about it that even if she hadn’t made a promise she didn’t know if she would be able to tell anyone about it.

   The next day, while Tiffany was watching her favorite TV channel: the smile of a child network; one of the puppets on her favorite show talked about a similar topic. The puppet said that whenever we know something that if we tell people it would save somebody’s life we should tell no matter what.  

   Tiffany spent the next few hours confused. She felt God prompting her to talk but at the same time she felt half of her was too afraid to talk.  

   Tiffany went to visit her friend the next day. She saw her with her whole body covered with a blanket. She was folded like a tortoise hiding in a shell in the far end corner of her bed with a look of fear and horror on her face.

   Tiffany didn’t need to ask what happened the previous night. She knew what had happened.

   Immediately, Tiffany runs home and tells her Mum. Her Mum tells her Dad, and her Dad tells the cops.

   Today, Amanda’s step – father is in jail and Amanda is now free from abuse. She was also adopted by Tiffany’s parents. Therefore, Amanda and Tiffany are now officially sisters.

   What’s more, Amanda kept thanking Tiffany over and over again for telling her parents what was happening. She didn’t want Tiffany to tell anyone before, but she sure was glad now that Tiffany did.

   Everyone who heard the story sympathized with Amanda, and they all now knew for sure beyond the shadow of a doubt that ANYTIME YOU KNOW SOMETHING THAT IF YOU TELL THE AUTHORITIES OR YOUR PARENTS ABOUT, YOU COULD BE SAVING A LIFE OR IMPROVING ONE; THEN YOU SHOULD TELL NO MATTER WHAT VOW OF SECRECY YOU’VE TAKEN.

The End.

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