Page 14 of Saving Micah

What they are to me – they are my everything.

His heartbeat and warmth lull me to sleep. It has been a long day and right now the person that I worry about the most is right next to me. Sleep comes easily.

Tap. Tap.

I stir a little and open one eye. I heard a noise.

I hear the sound of something sliding.

I open my other eye. It’s dark in my room.

I heard another sound.

I don’t move.

I have an eerie feeling. Like I’m being watched. I could feel the hair standing up on my entire body.

The next sound I hear is the sound of feet hitting the floor. My blood runs cold. Someone is in my room with me and they came from the window.

I still don’t move.

They come closer to my bed. I can tell they are trying to be quiet but I don’t move. My mind races. Who could it be? Zant wouldn’t sneak into my room like this. He never has and he knew it would scare me.

I can feel them standing next to my bed. It is an overwhelming feeling. My body is ready for the flight or fight to kick it but, it’s also frozen. My heart is pounding and I can’t move. I don’t want to move.

The person then sits on my bed. They must think I’m asleep. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray that I am dreaming and they will just go away. When a hand touches my arm, I know it’s not a dream.

“Hey Micah.” He whispers. I still don’t know who it is. The voice doesn’t belong to Zant or anyone else that I know.

“I don’t know why my son hasn’t touched you yet.” He is whispering still but I immediately know who it is.

“He’s such a pussy. He should have been tapping this all along.” I feel the bile rising inmy throat.

“That’s ok. I’m going to take care of you.” He moves and lays down next to me. He starts to rub my arm. His hand slides up my arm and onto my breast. I have to feel dead to him. I’m not breathing. My heart is pounding though and I know he can hear it.

His hand slides down to my stomach. He keeps whispering.

“I’ve been watching you for years. You’re turning into a beautiful little thing.” His hand moves down to my thigh and he touches the inside. I fight to not move. I want him to think I’m asleep. But, how could you sleep through this torture?

“I’ve seen the way you have looked at me. You have kind eyes. Your pretty eyes are like a path to your soul.”

The bowel is rising higher. I want to scream and I’m gritting my teeth so hard that my head is starting to hurt.

His hand moves to the side of my underwear and I feel his finger touch my private part.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Then my voice comes and I scream. He jerks his hand back and then slams it over my mouth. My body is tight but it won’t move. My eyes are open and I’m looking at his face. The only thing I can see are his eyes. They look to be glowing.

“Shut up!” He yells to me while trying to whisper. “You know you were liking my touch. You wanted me to touch you.”

He climbs on top of me then and I feel his weight on me. His other hand is trying to open his pants.

I start moving. I try kicking him and kneeing him. He’s too strong. He has my entire body pinned down. His hand is clamped hard over my mouth. I’m trying to breathe through my nose and my scream is muffled. My cheek is hurting from the amount of pressure his fingers have on my face.

The next thing I know, he is being yanked off of me and thrown to the floor. I hear yelling but I have no idea what happened. I sit up in my bed and quickly slide back to the wall and curl in on myself. My entire body is shaking.

My eyes focus and I see who came to my rescue. It’s my dad.

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