“Slow down,” Nancy said, delicately placing her hands upon her daughter’s shoulders. This news had shaken her, but she had to appear strong for Megan’s shake. “You weren’t….”
“No, Mom, I wasn’t raped,” Megan revealed. Nancy breathed a sigh of relief. “It was a girl who did it. Two of them. They had a knife.”
“Show me. Where did they cut you?”
“They didn’t. They said they would if I told.”
Now Nancy appeared befuddled. “What exactly did they do to you?”
Megan indicated the red blotch on her cheek where Lena had slapped her. She then slowly pulled her diaper down and revealed a series of marks on her buttocks and lower back. She omitted the part where she was forced to suck on her pee-soaked bikini, as she did not want to upset her mother any further.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone about this?” Nancy asked, appearing suddenly angry for the first time.
“They had already left,” Megan explained. “It was embarrassing. And….I guess I was a little bit scared.”
“You could have gotten help. Those girls never should have been able to get away.”
“Mom…”
“Carrie and Stephen will be home soon. Stay here while I call your father.”
“Mom, please don’t make a big deal out of this,” Megan pleaded. She had already been dumped by Ted, involved in a near car accident and been observed behaving strangely on several occasions. She didn’t know how much more infamy her name could stand.
Diapered and lying in bed, Megan attempted to compose her thoughts. It seemed lately like she couldn’t get through a whole day without something going horribly wrong. Was she cursed? Was God punishing her? This was supposed to be HER day to enjoy herself, and now it was ruined. It wasn’t fair! Megan began to wish she really was a toddler. Then at least she could feel more comfortable in throwing a tantrum.

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