backwash: noun
the unpleasant after-effects of an event.
Rose's Point of View
5 am
I woke up screaming.
My hands were being tugged on.
It was still dark outside.
'Come on.', his groggy voice slurred as he pulled me off my bed.
'No, please, no.', I cried.
How did he get in?
I locked the door.
I woke up screaming.
'THE DOOR! THE DOOR!'
Something held my hand.
'NO!', I yelled out at the top of my lungs, pulling my hand away, clutching it to my chest.
It was still dark outside.
I tried getting out of bed as fast as I could, not wanting to hear him.
'Rose?', a softer voice spoke, one I wasn't used to hearing.
I ran towards the door, tugging at the handle but it wouldn't budge.
I need to get away.
He ran towards me and pulled me by my stomach. I winced at the pain but couldn'
