Broken

I was awakened to a hand sliding up my dress, stroking the outside of my panties. Fear striking me like the thunder outside the living room window, I didn’t move. I didn’t dare make a sound and all I could focus on was the quickening of my heart rate. His hand began to slide under the fabric of my panties, feeling my most sensitive spot. A tear began to slide down my face wishing it would stop, that he would stop, but he didn’t. After what felt like an hour later, my panties began to slide down… “Ahhh..!” I sat up trying to cover myself. It was a dream. Just a dream. No, it was a nightmare. One I have relived almost every night since I was 12 years old. I’m 17 now and although it’s been easier, I still wake up in a cold sweat more times than not. I grab my phone off the nightstand and see that it’s 4:30am. Great. 2 more hours until I have to get up for my first day at my new school. Moving to a small town my junior year is humiliating. I throw my phone on the other side of my bed and attempt to fall back to sleep, tossing and turning until I hear my dad at 6:35am yelling for me to get up. “Sam, come on. It’s your first day you don’t want to be late.” I held back a witty remark knowing better than to piss him off this early in the morning. I get out of bed, grab a quick shower, attempting to wash off the morning nerves of the first day, and rush to my room to get ready. After 10 minutes of indecisive outfit changes, I finally settled on jeans and a white Cami with a sweater on top. A quick look in the mirror tells me I look nice with my Savannah tan, but simple enough to not stand out. I grab my bag and make my way downstairs hoping Charlie is in a good mood today.