Her Protector

The End is the Beginning

**Trigger warning** Attempted r**e scene in this chapter

My Nana was wrong, he was not a lonely old man that just wanted someone to talk to. He was a perverted old man that tried to steal my virginity. The second my Nana left he turned to me with his greasy comb over, yellow teeth, protruding beer belly and licked his lips like he was eyeing a juicy steak.

**shudder**

He really gives me the heebie jeebies but I want to be a good girl like Nana said so I ignore the creepy stares grab my sketch book and plop down on the couch. At first he just sits flipping through channels landing on some old black and white comedy show. I'm so focused on my drawing I don't realize he has scooted closer to me until I feel his hot breath on my shoulder. I shrug away and he says "sorry sugar, I was just curious about what you're doodling there"

"oh it's a beachscape" I say plastering my best fake smile trying not to be rude but his breathe is awful. It's like cigarettes and cottage cheese. I feel sick.

He puts his hand on me knee and I jump. "sorry sugar, didn't mean to startle you" he says. Plastering another fake smile on my face I practically leap off the couch. "I'm uhhh, thirsty, I'm gonna get some water, would you like anything?" I ask "I'm okay sugar" he replies and I hear him following me as I move towards the kitchen.

I'm slightly freaking out, I don't understand why he's following me. He just said he didn't need anything. My heart is racing as I grab a glass from the cupboard and turn towards the sink. He's standing right there, blocking the only exit from the kitchen. Why did I say I wanted water? Why didn't I just say I was tired and lock myself in the guest room I'd been using while at Nanas? I fill my glass and drink it down in three big gulps. He's staring at me, licking his lips again. What is happening right now?

"Well I have a long day ahead of me and I'm quite tired I think I'll go lay down for a bit" I say as I try to walk past him but he doesn't budge.

I look him right in the eyes "excuse me sir I need to get by" I say but he ignores me or he doesn't hear me, I don't know which. He's big and he's blocking my way out staring at my with those glassy eyes and running his tongue over his chapped lips.

There's that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. He reaches out to touch my face and I flinch. "You sure are a pretty Lil thing sugar" he says. I reply with a simple and kurt "thank you" He runs his rough calloused hands down my check, past my neck, and right on top of my breast. I developed early so I'm already a c cup. I don't like this at all, I move to push him out of my way but he's a lot bigger than me at only 4'8 and barely ninety pounds he easily holds my hands above my head as he pushes me back towards the wall. A tear slips out, I hope he didn't see, I won't let people see me cry. "What are you doing?" I ask "I've been a good girl please let me go"

Something flickers in his eyes "oh yes you've been a very good girl" he says as runs his free hand down my side using his other hand to hold both of mine in place above my head. He leans down and begins to lick my ear and trace his tongue down my throat.

I scream for him to stop as his fondling of my breast becomes more aggresive. I'm still not crying, I won't let him see me cry. He moves trying to readjust himself and I seize the opportunity bringing my leg up to knee him right in the balls. Hr falls back gasping just enough for me to make a run for it but I'm not fast enough. He turns grabbing a fistfull of my hair and yanks me back to him hard. "That wasn't very nice" he roars throwing me to the ground. My head hit the tiles pretty hard. Everything is pretty blurry now but I won't give up, I have to get away, maybe Nana will be home soon, she'll stop him and I'll be on my way back home tomorrow. As mean as mother is she would never let me subjected to this. I scream for him to get off me but he continues his assault. He's trying to rip my clothes off but I'm screaming and fighting with every bit of strength I have. I claw at his face and rears back roaring again. His hand comes down in a hard slap "Be a good little girl you ungrateful brat"

I don't know how long I have been on this floor fighting him off of me. He's ripped my shirt, my hair is a tangled mess, but somehow I've managed to get out from under him. I grab a knife from the chopping block and hold it out as threateningly as I possibly can. He backs off, I tell him "don't come near me again or I will kill you" and I bolt making a run for my room where I instantly lock the door and push a dresser in front of it.

I sit there, terrified, my back against the dresser holding the knife out in front of me. I feel like it's been hours but a glance to the clock on the side table tells me it's only been ten minutes. I can hear him switching through TV channels again and a few minutes later Nana is home. I'm safe now, I can't let her see me like this. I push the dresser back as quietly as I can, grab some pjs and run into the connected bathroom to clean up and change.

I come out jus as he's leaving. He makes eye contact and winks "goodnight sugar" he says and I want to vomit. I guess it shows on my face because Nana asks if I'm okay "I'm fine, just tired" I say. He cleaned up, he even had an excuse for the scratches I left on his face, telling Nana the cat got stuck in a tree and he got clawed trying to help her out. I can't believe she bought that. I love my Nana, but I can't wait to go home tomorrow and be far far away from this creep. I'll be starting junior high this year. New house, new family, new friends, new life. It will all be okay now and nobody ever has to know any of the ugly things I've endured. Luckily my virginity wasn't stolen tonight. I protected myself, yet again.