“That’s it. Don’t cry. Shh, shh…” “That’s because you’re a bad girl. God is punishing you…” “He sent me to make you clean…” “Tell me you want it…” Panicking, I bolted up the staircase, not stopping until I was under the covers in my bed. Bad girl. Bad girl. Bad girl. Clenching my eyes shut, I tried to push the voices out of my head, but they wouldn’t go.
