Trough the eyes of the enemy

She was perfect.
-“What’s your name, gorgeous?”
-“I’m not gorgeous, heehee.”
Like I died and went to heaven, her laughter… Oh God, her laughter.
-“Emily.”
-“Oh baloney, Emily. You’re by far gorgeous! You’re like the most beautiful thing I’ve seen to this date.”
Her laughter… More of it. Was this love?
We hung out all the time. Like a couple in love. Reason didn’t exist. What matters were me, and her.
We spent hours and hours under all the apple trees. My family air loom, apples. 10 Acers of it. I hated apples. It reminded me of my father, and what he did to me. She loved it though. As long as she loved it, I loved it. I loved her.
Her first time… I wanted to make it special. To make it count. I told her I loved her. I did. I really did.
She was in pain. I could tell, but she wouldn’t say anything.
-“It’ll be better next time.” I tried to comfort her. But she wouldn’t listen.
That was the last I saw of her. Like all the ones before her. Why did they run from me?
Wasn’t my love enough?
I missed her. But she never came back.
I didn’t hear from her. Until two years ago. I can’t believe she betrayed me.
I didn’t care if she was 11.

For the record, I’m not writing a real life story. I was just watching “Brat Camp” on TV, where kids got sent to this Camp because of their misbehaviour. One of the girls there was 17, and really self-destructive, and almost tore apart her family. On this camp, she admits she got raped by a family friend when she was just a child.
If you kill a person, you’ll probably be thrown in jail for the rest of your life.
If you destroy the childhood of several kids, and permanently destroy their perception to the world. You’ll get 4 months to 5 years.