Dear daddy, I tacked this letter to your front door to tell you a story about a little girl who resents you. She loved you but couldn't take the abuse. Why did you force her to touch you? Why did you make her hurt so bad? I can remember waking up in a pool of my own blood. I would scream and nobody would come to help me. You'd poke my eyes and beat me beyond recognition, and I would scream for so long, "oh! no! daddy! no! help me!" Daddy I warn you, don't turn around now. There's a gun at your head and you're gonna die. love, Vanessa.