They could not find any signs of the cancers they had tried to cut out of me and had been treating aggressively. I had a lot of small, slow-growing ty...es of cancer, too. They couldn’t find any of them either. Instead of my doctor being happy that the treatments are working, he was worried more than when he found cancer on my ribs. I got a bit worried too. Our talk wasn’t like any of the talks we had before. I knew it meant that I wouldn’t get to see my home again before I die. When they took me. I was top dog. So he figured that he would start with me. He pushed me in the schoolyard, so I pushed him back. He threw a punch at my head. I blocked it, the way my father had taught me and put him on his back with one punch. You see dad was a bouncer at a very rough neighborhood bar and taught my sister, brother and I how to fight. George got a bloody nose and scrapped elbows. The teacher, Mr. Cooper, came over and took us to the principles office. Mr. Carroll, the principle, knew my family. I sat on the toilet for a moment, because I felt as though I needed to take a shit. Nothing came. The pain was so severe, but I had no desire to stop. I went back into the bedroom where he was waiting for me. He was stroking his shiny, red dick. He explained to me that the only reason he did that was to loosen me up. I told him that I didn't care and I was ready for more. I bent over in front of him yet again. This time, I held on to the frame of the bed, expecting the worse. He entered inside. He then slapped me hard across the face. “Fucking slut…I’m going to teach you a fucking lesson!” and he grabbed my head and said “open your fucking mouth and suck my cock!” I could tell that he had gone beyond the point of no return and I was eager to have him be rough with both of us.“Amber!” he barked. “Spread my ass and tongue my asshole!” he ordered then I opened my mouth and he guided my head onto his cock.“Fucking lez bitches…going to teach you to respect my fucking cock!”Gary grabbed.