A True Story A horrifying scream or plea from outside your window or door may make you wonder, Is that distress call for help from a woman being raped? It very well could be. Still, what about the cries that are not heard because they are not audible to the naked ear? Sexual abuse is an act that occurs not only behind a bush, in a dark alley, or on a deserted street, but it can also happen right in what you might consider a safe environment, such as a home. That was where it happened to me. I was raped in someone's home. I didn't scream or plea for help on the outside. For 10 years, on the inside, I silently cried rivers of water. I screamed for help but no one could hear my inner pleas so that they could come to my rescue. Day after day, my life began to change from a young woman who possessed courage, determination, success, power, and money to someone I never knew-weak, vulnerable, and dying daily. My journey to death started with a two minute cowardly act called rape that resulted in a downhill descent of my life. My life took a leave of absence from the hopes and dreams I had so eagerly set out to accomplish and went straight to hell. Not knowing how to escape, I hid the truth about the rape and the baby I was carrying within me that resulted from the rape. The only suitable father I could sell the "Baby Daddy" story to was my boyfriend of three years. After he suggested we get married, it seemed to be the perfect solution until our marital bliss quickly turned into betrayal as my husband left me on the verge of a mental breakdown-and kidnapped my son. I was mentally, physically and emotionally destroyed. My life quickly began to take on the characteristics of some other 23 year old naïve woman who I could have felt an extreme sorrow for if I did not know that it was me. I could not pity what I felt was my fault. I made the mistake of trusting a man I did not know and not telling the truth to a man that I thought I knew. I felt and believed I would have to live with the consequences of my choices for the rest of my life, and on some depressed days I hoped my life would quickly end. As you read the graphic and vulgar details of the dom-ino effect of what happened to my life because of the rape, it may cause you to feel as though you were there during every pain, heartache, and shame. If you are a woman reading this book, you may feel the need to re-examine your choices whether they be social, economic or spiritual. If you can personally relate to my experience, seek the help you need to come through whatever traumatic experience you have had in your life. If you are a man reading this book, you may also feel the need to re-examine your choices, whether they be social, economic, or spiritual. Take the initiative to change. The wrong you have done can be overcome with good. It does take the Truth to make it all work together. My leave of absence from pursuing my hopes and dreams is over. I am back on track, surprisingly, with no time lost. My life and years have been restored. You can also start your process of change by turning the page and continuing to read. The shocking disclosure at the end will leave you gasping for breath as the truth I didn't even know is revealed. THEY RAPED ME ONCE OVER AND OVER AGAIN will change the way you think about life...if you dare to let it!