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"There is no agony like the untold story inside of you."

-Maya Angelou

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There was a knock on my door, stirring me awake. Mmm, what Carlos? They knocked again, harder this time.

"Yeah?" I croaked groggily.

The door creaked open slowly, my dad was standing in the doorway, holding onto the door knob, but I couldn't see his face. His whole body was dark. Squinting, I tried to clear my vision. I had to sit up.

"Dad? What's wrong?"

 He didn't say anything, just stood there. I waited, five seconds went by before he started to walk towards me. As the light from the moon shone on his face, and I squinted again, I realized it wasn't my dad. It was the guy from the stairs. Andrew. I gasped and jerked back in my bed. He stopped beside the bed, looking down on me, then brought his finger to his mouth, shushing me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I said loudly.

He shushed me again then sat down beside me. I backed away.

"Wait," He said gently, and grabbed my hand.

I snatched away and got out of bed. "Get out! What are you doing in my house in the middle of the night?"

He stood and walked around the bed, blocking my way. He grabbed my hands again.

"Wait, please. I just have to say something." He whispered.

"No!" I screamed and snatched my hands away again. "Move! Get out! Dad!"

I yelled and climbed over my bed to get to the door but he ran to block me again.

"Dad! DAD!"

"Wait! Wait!"

Why was he here! What is he doing? I pushed against him but he grabbed my arms. I screamed for Carlos again, why wasn't he coming! I was trying to fight him off; but he was getting more aggressive, still asking me to listen. I was getting a bad sense of déjà vu, and that panic began to creep into the pit of my stomach once more. Like a serpent rearing its ugly, ugly head ready to paralyze me with his poison. I fought harder, twisting my body and shoving against him but he wouldn't let go.

Then he pushed me down on the floor and climbed on top of me. My reflexes were sharp and I sat up instantly and slapped him hard. Not stopping to see his reaction I went wild with punches hitting anywhere and everywhere. He grabbed my wrist and held me down but I flopped and fought as hard as I could.

"DAD!!!" I screamed again, crying now. "CARLOS PLEASE!"

Where was he?!?!

Andrew leaned in closer, his hair brushed against my face, over my eyes. He whispered in my ear, "There's no one to save you. He's gone."

I stopped fighting then, because his voice sounded different. It sounded oddly familiar. I looked into his face, but Andrew was gone. Kurt was holding me down. I couldn't believe it. Was this real? My hope was suddenly snatched from me and the serpent slithered through every inch of my body. I'd never been so scared in my life. I thought I escaped this. And worst of all, where was my dad? Why wasn't he protecting me? I began to cry and closed my eyes, praying for this to be over...

There was another knock on my door. I jerked awake, the sun was blinding me this time and I squinted trying to gain coherence. They knocked again.

I looked around, wondering what had just happened. Was that a dream? The door opened and my dad peeked in.