CHAPTER 3

There were three rooms and a bathroom in the small passage. Bella slept in one, Ken and his sister Anita the other and the last one on the hall way belonged to Aunt Lisa. Anita had suddenly made me sleep in Ken's room which was much bigger that Bella's. The bed was bigger, the windows were bigger and the wardrobe too although the both rooms had the same setting.

I had been so asleep when my eyes opened to meet a scene that I not only found despicable but vexing.

What is he doing? I kept asking myself as I watched Ken move his hands slowly from my knee to my thighs. I turned around and slapped his hands away from me. He stopped touching me, but no words were exchanged between us or apologies given. Not that I wanted any.

We both pretended like it did not happen.

With my eyes slightly ajar I watched him go back to the floor were he had been sleeping_or at least was meant to be. I was young and naive and I was tired, so I continued to lie down, not necessarily unbothered, not entirely bothered; I just wanted to lay back and sleep.

I was fully aware that he was there with me, and that what he tried to do to me was bad but; but I hoped that he would let me be now that I had caught him.

That was a careless decision but I was not known to make the right choices. Plus I did always pride myself with the feeling that I could defend myself. A feeling not too true, but a girl has to trust herself.

After a while I drifted to sleep, albeit still a bit worried that he would once again try to do something inappropriate to me. So this time I stayed standing on the boundary between sleep and wakefulness.

I had almost crossed the line, when he climbed the bed again; I didn't move.

I knew he was there, I felt his presence but I didn't move. I think he thought it as a sign that I was asleep, or a sign that I wanted him to touch me.

He sat down on the side of the bed and touched my cheek; I whimpered mostly because I was disgusted, fear came later.

My heart started beating fast against my chest and my hands which I had hidden under the pillow were starting to get sweaty. I felt exposed to him. My tiny breast, my stomach, my lips. I turned, so that I was lying belly flat against the bed in the hope that it would send him away, but it didn't.

He climbed me, but I didn't move; I thought that maybe if I stayed still then he would go away. I did that a lot, run from my problems and pretend like they did not exist_ hoping that maybe then they would leave seeing that I didn't have the time or strength to battle them.

It was not until I felt something hard touch my back that reality came to haunt me. I flared up. I didn't know where the courage came from, but I was so angry!

"Get up!" I shouted, turning back. I felt something hard in between my thighs and almost choked in fear. I looked straight into his eyes, not blinking not fearing, feeling nothing; a feeling that to me had been all too familiar.