Mom comes home at 9:07, tired and talking about a long meeting.

I stay in my room with the door unlocked, heart already racing.

At 11:20 the soft click of her bedroom door tells me she has gone to bed.

Three minutes later my own door opens.

He steps inside, closes it, and locks it without a sound.

The only light comes from the thin strip under the door.

He walks to the bed, pulls the covers back, and climbs over me.

No words.

Just his mouth on mine, deep and hungry, while his hands push my sleep shirt up and off.

I am already bare underneath.

He makes a...