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I spent the night tossing and turning, expecting at any moment for my door to be thrown open and my mother's husband to pin me down. Nothing in the room was heavy enough to stop the door from opening but light enough for me to move it there. I tried propping the chair under the handle, but the back of the chair was too high to get a good angle, so it kept falling. At one point I crawled under the bed with my pillow, but after lying there awake for an hour, I realised how much harder it would be to fight or get away if he found me down there. He would only need to drag my legs out, and I would be able to see nothing, defend nothing with my arms or hands, I would be a sitting duck. The en suite had a lock, but it was one of those ones you could fiddle with to open from the outside if n
