I drove down the street to my father's residence in tears as I remembered how it all started, the first time he raped him.

He staggered into my bathroom heavily drunk that unfortunate day. I was actually taking my bath and he stood at the door staring at me with a lustful gaze while licking his lips.

The little innocent me, I was just eight years old then, was calling out to him to come carry him like he always does whenever he comes back from work, "Daddy! You're back so late tonight, I miss you. Common, come carry me"

"You're so beautiful" he said as he walked towards me...