TW: This story contains themes of violation, sexual harassment, and assault. Please proceed with caution.
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She held her breath, her ears straining to listen. Outside her door, she heard the faintest sound of footsteps, barely audible. Emma clutched her blanket tightly, her body tense.
The doorknob of her room began to turn. Slowly, almost silently, but enough to make Emma shiver. She knew who it was.
This wasn't the first time.
Emma always locked her door tightly, making sure Mark couldn't get in, but the fear always returned each night like this.
Emma tried to recall everytime she tried to tell her mother. But every time she tried, her mother always denied it, even got angry.
The next morning, after a long, sleepless night, Emma decided to try again. During breakfast, Emma gathered her courage to speak.