I hate how his red truck sits there, shining underneath the glow of the sun. It's an old truck, but he keeps it well shined.
I walk very slowly to the door. I didn't look up. Not even when my dad called me in. I walked inside the house and my dad said something. My mind was too out of it to understand. He said it again, more angrily.
"I said you're making dinner tonight! Got it?" I nodded my head.
"Yes sir."
"I'm going out with some friends. The babysitter will be here at 5:00." I resist the urge to tell him I didn't need a babysitter. But, hey, if I was him, I'd want one too. Babysitters prevent me from running away. He's not a dumb man.
He nodded his head and left. Once I heard his truck pull out of the driveway, I relaxed. I sat down at the table and did my homework.
At 5:15 there was a knock on the door. I didn't know what my babysitter would look like, but I opened the door. There, a man about five foot six, stood on the porchstep. He had a black goatee and he was bald. I resist my urge to touch the shiny baldness.
He looked like a creep. He wore baggy clothing and and army jacket, even though it was still pretty hot outside, just being September and all.
He stepped in without saying a word and sat down on the couch. He got the remote and starting flipping channels. I closed the door,"Jerk." I thought.
About an hour later, the creep must have got tired of flipping channels and came sat at the table with me. He stared at me, studying me. Then he said,"Go upstairs." He had a big husky voice. I stared at him quizically and he said,"Go! I'm the babysitter! Go to your room!!" I decided it was best, and anything to get away from him staring at me.
I walked up the stairs and into my bedroom. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Had he followed me up here? They were getting closer and soon he appeared at the doorway of my room.
What happened next, is something I will never forget. Not ever. It's engraved in my brain and I can't get it off.
He locked the door. He came to me and he pulled off my shirt. I struggled and screamed, but he was strong, and he covered my mouth. I was hopeless.
Now, I won't explain the details to you, though I remember them all. But I will tell you one thing..I was raped.