“Git of e,” I screamed into my pillow which muffled my yells of “get off me”. Concentrating I lifted my head and barked “GET OFF OF ME”. My attacker froze and we both listen for any signs that my parents heard us. No yelling, no coming down the stairs, and laughter from my father at the tv. Family Guy his only vice. Taking a second to breathe I threw myself up off the bed and turned on him.
“Sorry” he half mouths, half whispers before leaning in to kiss me “I just love the wa