I crawled back even further, and I bumped into a wall. I was trapped; there was no where to go. He came closer and closer, and he was so close to me, I could smell the horrid smell of his alcoholic breath. Once he got close enough to me to touch me, I kicked his stomach as hard as I could, and when he grabbed at his stomach from the pain, I ran off on my knees. I finally had gotten away from him, and went for the door, when I felt his hand on my ankle. I went to kick him off, but he just grabbed my other ankle. I was so scared by now that I was shaking. He started pulling me towards him. I started grabbing at the floor, hoping I could pull myself away from him, but again it was no use. I was crying, and was about to scream again, but stopped myself; which would be better: getting beat by my dad, or getting raped by this drunk? I couldn't decide. If I chose my dad, I'd be bruised for months, and I might even go into intensive care because of his anger problems. The drunk was getting on top of me, pinning me down. My back was towards him, so I couldn't really see what was going on. His breath was unbearable; I could hardly breathe. He bent down, and started licking my cheek. I wanted to beat the crap out of him, and give him a piece of my mind, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't move hardly any parts of my body. The only thing I was capable of moving was my head. I was crying so hard, and I couldn't stop. "Pl-please stop th-this..." I pleaded. "I don't w-want to do th-this!"
"No way," he muttered as he started nuzzling up again my cheek. I was squirming around, trying to break free, but still no use.
"I can't j-just sit here...I h-have to call my d-dad..." I thought. "H-Help me D-Dad!!!" I screamed out, but he never came. "N-No...he probably passed out..."
"Quit shaking!" the drunk yelled at me. "Your dad's not coming! So it's no use trying to call him." He started taking off his shirt and pants.
I was crying even harder. "Stop! I d-don't want you h-here! Get off of me! P-please...you c-can't do this!"
He smacked me, and said, "Shut up before you wake your neighbors!"
I whimpered a little when he smacked me. I could feel him start to feel up the back of my shirt. His other hand came across my mouth, so I couldn't make any other noises. I bit his hand, and tried to tip him back off of me when he leapt up from me biting him. He fell back a little, and went to grab me to pull me back to him. He ended up getting a piece of my collar on my shirt, and pulled me back a little. Since I was standing up, I just pulled harder, and I ripped my shirt. I ran towards the door, and ran out of my room, grabbing the phone when I ran out of my house. I started calling 9-1-1, and told what all had just happened. They said they would have a policeman there in a few minutes. I waited outside, until they came. The drunk came after me, and came running outside. When he saw me, he jumped on top of me, and punched me on the back of my neck, to knock me out. Everything went blurry, and all I could see was darkness everywhere, with the outline of the guy.
When I awoke, I was in my bed, and I had no clue what had happened to me. The last thing I could remember was me calling the police. I sat up in bed, and noticed that it was light outside. I went out of my room, and saw someone in my kitchen. I slowly walked into my kitchen, and grabbed a nearby knife. Since I didn't remember what the drunk looked like, I wanted to have something to protect me. "Don't you even think about moving!" I yelled at the person in my kitchen. The guy turned around with a smile, until he saw me holding the knife, and he pulled out a gun.
"Listen, I'm not going to hurt you. Just put down the knife," he told me.
I'm still shaking at this time, and I follow his orders, and put down the knife. I start crying a little, and fell to my knees on my kitchen floor. He put up his gun, and came over to me.
"Are you all right?" he asked. I was too shaken up to answer him, so I just shook my head no. "What all happened to you last night?"
I sat there and looked up at him, tears still coming down my cheeks.
"Don't worry, I'm a police officer. I came here last night, and took the two drunks away," he told me.
"W-why do y-you have normal c-clothes on?" I said, shaking.
"I had to come in normal clothes, so he wouldn't know I was a police officer, and run. I had back-up surrounding the block just in case he tried to though," he explained.
I nodded my head, showing him I understood. Then I asked him, "Y-you took m-my dad away?"
He looked at me with wide eyes. "Was your dad the one who was trying to...?"
I shook my head, and told him, "My d-dad was passed out."
"He was your father?" he asked me. I nodded, and he said, "I understand. Yes we did take him away because we thought those two were trying to kidnap you or something. Since we weren't too sure, we ended up taking him in too, just so he didn't try to harm us or you."
"Thank you," I muttered.
"Well, since you are all right now, I'll leave you now, and get back to my job," the officer said, getting up from being on the floor next to me. He went out of the front door, and I just sat there, remembering everything that happened the night before.
