A few years later I was sexually assaulted by the bishop, I knew I had to get help and one freezing morning in early March I made a dash for a tiny police station in rural Minnesota. I was devastated to once again find myself in a world of fear, animal cruelty and sexual abuse. Going to the police was forbidden. In my late teens my parents feared we would escape and took us to an Amish community where we were adopted and became baptized members. We knew that no rescue would ever come because only a couple of people even knew we existed and they did not know us well enough to care. My step-father kept a loaded rifle by the door at all times and we were to terrified to try to escape. My sister and I were kept as slaves on a mountain ranch where we were subjected to almost complete isolation, sexual abuse and extreme physical violence. When I was six years old my family started to live and dress like the Amish. One freezing morning in early March I made a dash for a tiny police station in rural Minnesota. I was a frightened Amish girl with no where to go, a second grade education and no ID or social security card…… Based on the authors tragic true life story.
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