Mom left. She had to work again, which leaved me and Chris alone in the room together. We were still in the kitchen and had finished our food, the dishes washed and the house cleaned. I got to my feet and started heading to my room, not realizing that Chris was right behind me and following quietly down the hallway. I had left the door open a crack, not fully closing it this time because I didn't think I needed as much privacy. Chris would usually head to his new room and play video games or do other stuff to him occupied while I slept, like any other teenager would. I laid down on my stomach while resting my head in my arms on the pillow. I closed my eyes. A few minutes past before he walked through the doorway, knowing that I had drifted off to sleep.
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Please Don't Touch Me...
Short StoryA short story about a teenaged girl who was sexually assaulted by her older step brother and what happened to her when the pain and suffering became overwhelming and she couldn't take it any longer.
