Something i feared my whole life presented itself in the folds of a shitty twin sized bed. Quite frankly my biggest fear. But i always imagined if it ever happened to me i would fight back. Leave him wishing he had never laid a hand on me in the first place. But it wasnβt like that. Not even a little. It was a lot more like paralysis. I laid there for a while. Let it continue. Thinking to myself, maybe he doesnβt realize Iβm not moving. Maybe he will stop. But he didnβt. He kept going. Further and further. Until finally i couldnβt sit still any longer.
Now all i can think about is my daughter. And how i can possibly protect her from all the evil in the world.














