Hopeless 3.0

This story ONLY gets more and more intense, it is just like..... WOW!!! 
Ok story goes on and that night when Sky goes home Karen is waiting up for her, where she tells her that she isn't aloud to see Holder anymore. The next day arrives and Sky decides that she no longer wants to stay with Karen, Karen did threat to call the police but they both knew that wasn't possible since she would end up being the one in jail: 
" I grab her hand and shove the phone into it, but she refuses to grasp it. “Call them! Call the police, Mom! Please.” I’m begging now. I’m begging her to call them—to prove me wrong. To prove that she has nothing to hide. To prove that I’m not what she’s hiding. “Please,” I say again quietly. Everything in my heart and soul wants her to take the phone and call them so I’ll know I’m wrong.
She takes a step back at the same time she sucks in a breath. She begins to shake her head, and I’m almost positive she knows I know, but I don’t stick around to find out. " 

And the truth will set your free right Kareen, it's ok... You are just a crazy little kidnapper doesn't mean you're a bad person. But if it turns out that you are a bad person like said in wrek- it- Ralph " I am bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There is no one I'd rather be than me. " maybe you should conceder that being your new Moto. 

So sky gets in Holder's car and drives away, in her words " Away from the only family I’ve ever really known." they drives and drives and drives until they pull up in front of a driveway, no one seems to be home so Sky goes in. Walking into her room everything seems to be the same, VERY familiar. That is when the most disturbing/ saddest part of the book ( so far) to occur. Sky get's a flashback, one NO person should ever get, EVER; 
" 
I used to hold my breath and hope he would think I was sleeping. It doesn’t work, because he doesn’t care if I’m sleeping or not. One time I tried to hold my breath and hoped he would think I was dead. That didn’t work either, because he never even noticed I was holding my breath.
The doorknob turns and I’m all out of tricks right now and I try to think of another one really fast but I can’t. He closes the door behind him and I hear his footsteps coming closer. He sits down beside me on my bed and I hold my breath anyway. Not because I think it’ll work this time, but because it helps me not feel how scared I am.
“Hey, Princess,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I got you a present.”
I squeeze my eyes shut because I do want a present. I love presents and he always buys me the best presents because he loves me. But I hate it when he brings the presents to me at nighttime, because I never get them right away. He always makes me tell him thank you first.
I don’t want this present. I don’t.
“Princess?”
My daddy’s voice always makes my tummy hurt. He always talks to me so sweet and it makes me miss my mommy. I don’t remember what her voice sounded like, but daddy said it sounded like mine. Daddy also says that mommy would be sad if I stop taking his presents because she’s not here to take his presents anymore. This makes me sad and I feel really bad, so I roll over and look up at him.
“Can I have my present tomorrow, Daddy?” I don’t want to make him sad, but I don’t want that box tonight. I don’t.
Daddy smiles at me and brushes my hair back. “Sure you can have it tomorrow. But don’t you want to thank Daddy for buying it for you?”
My heart starts to beat really loud and I hate it when my heart does that. I don’t like the way my heart feels and I don’t like the scary feeling in my stomach. I stop looking at my daddy and I look up at the stars instead, hoping I can think about how pretty they are. If I keep thinking about the stars and the sky, maybe it will help my heart to stop beating so fast and my tummy to stop hurting so much.
I try to count them, but I keep stopping at number five. I can’t remember what number comes after five, so I have to start over. I have to count the stars over and over and only five at a time because I don’t want to feel my daddy right now. I don’t want to feel him or smell him or hear him and I have to count them and count them and count them and count them until I don’t feel him or hear him or smell him anymore.
Then when my daddy finally stops making me thank him, he pulls my nightgown back down and whispers, “Goodnight Princess.” I roll over and pull the covers over my head and squeeze my eyes shut and I try not to cry again but I do. I cry like I do every time daddy brings me a present at night.
I hate getting presents. " 

I swear I would kill that bastard! I would take his head break a glass with it kick him in his private parts so hard that it will hurt him every time he tried to have intercourse with any women. 

Reading this chapter of the book left me crying for about 45 minutes. 
What kind of father rapes his own daughter, especially if she is 5 year old! 
I can't, I can't! I'm out or I will break this computer.