Prologue
He was sitting in her bedroom, in her bedroom.
And now, what should she do?
She’s got so much insecurity, and his impurity was a gathering gloom.
How could you touch something so innocent and pure?
Obscure, how could you get satisfaction from the body of a child?
You’re vile, sick…
- The Cranberries, Fee Fi Fo
She lay silently in her bed, not daring to make a sound. She did not wish for him to come into her room again. She prayed that her mother would comeback, and protect her, but even she didn’t know where her mother was.
That night, before she went to bed, she had locked her room, so that he would not be able to come in. She was just about to drift off to sleep when she heard soft footsteps coming towards her room. Alarmed, she sat up immediately in bed, hugging her blankets close to her body.
Tiny beads of perspiration formed on her forehead, her innocent round eyes looking fearfully at her bedroom door. The knob turned slowly, but it did not open. She gasped, hoping that the door would not give way. She could hear him trying to turn the knob, but to no avail.
Minutes ticked past, and finally, there was total silence outside her room. She let out a sigh of relief, convinced that he would not try again. She was so wrong. She heard a jingle of keys outside, and moments later, the sound of the key turning the lock. She gasped, and prayed feverishly that the door would not open. Tears trickled down her cheeks, and she let out a moan of horror.
The door swung open. And there he stood a big silhouette in the doorway, standing in the lit hallway.
“Why did you lock the door?” She jumped at the coldness of his voice. The door slowly closed and the room was in darkness once again.
“I—I’m… sor-rry... I won’t do it again. I promise.” She started stuttering, and she tried in vain to choke back her sobs. She felt the touch of his fingers on her arms, and she winced.
She did not like him. She was more horrified and scared of him. He touched her in places where no one had ever touched so intimately before, and this scared her. She could feel the touch of his tongue on her cheek. She shuddered in fear, and the tears kept coming faster.
“Ple-ease... I won’t lock th—the door again.”
“Shh… It’s okay. Just keep quiet darling, everything will be all right,” he said gruffly, his breathing ragged.
She could not see what he was doing, but she could feel it. She tried not to think about his soft and intimate touches, and tried to think about her best friend, who had been there for her always for her. She thought of Brian. “I’ll meet him tomorrow, and play at his house, and we’ll have so much fun, and I’ll forget this ever happened,” she told herself, but she still could feel the hot touch of his tongue on her skin.
“Please, let me sleep now... It’s getting late...” Her voice came in a frightened whisper, and she tried to push his hands off her legs. But he kept going on. Forcefully, he parted her legs and lifted her nightgown.
“Wh-what are you...you doing? Please, don’t hurt me... I won’t...” She felt his hands on her cotton panties and pulling it down. Before she knew what was happening, she felt an intense pain through her small body, sending her in a painful frenzy. Failing to hold it in any longer, she let out a long, mournful scream into the dead of the night ...
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