by Olive Lewis

Created on: June 17, 2008   Last Updated: June 18, 2008

UNLOVE ME, PLEASE!

"Stop, daddy, stop, you're hurting me," cried Shea.

"Just a little while longer, baby, I'm just trying to show you how much I love you," he said.

When Shea was three or four years old she felt that she was being loved too much especially by her father. The love she felt from her mother was a lot different than the love her father gave her. Shea loved it when her mom spent time with her. During the morning hours, her mom would take her to the daycare and pick her up when she came from school, after that, her mom would take her to the park and play with her or let her play by herself for an hour or two.

On their way home, they would stop at the store to pick up some groceries as well as buy her a special treat. When they got home, her mother would let her help cook dinner for her dad. When her dad got home, he would sit her on his lap, kiss her under the neck and tickled her with his beard. He would keep her on his lap for a long time.

When she tried to get down and go play for a while before she had to go to bed, he would not let her go, until her mom said something. Shea's mother was a good Christian woman and loved her family very much, but wanted a little more for them.

When her mom graduated from nursing school, she went to work in a hospital on the evening shift. That meant that she would have to be at work around three o'clock and wouldn't get home until sometime after eleven o'clock that night. Even-though her mom had to be to work at three, she continued to pick Shea up each afternoon, which allowed them to be together before she went to work, so Shea didn't miss that time she spent with her mom. What she did miss was at night, when her mom would come in to her room, read to her, sing to her and tuck her in.

Her dad worked during the day, and would get home before her mom went to work. Shea thought every thing would be all right. When it was time for her to go to bed, her dad would come into her room and do the same thing her mother did. One night, her father came into her room, lay beside her and starting kissing her, caressing her and touching her in the wrong places. She cried out to her father to stop and to leave her alone and told him she was going to tell her mother.

"Stop, Daddy or I'm going to tell Mommy," she said.

"Your mom won't believe you and besides, I am only showing you how much I really love you and if you loved me, you would show it," he said.

Well, he did leave her alone that night and went to his room. However, every

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