It was a warm summer night, and I had just returned from my summer school class.I was extremely upset with my mother for making me go to summer school when Every night I would storm into the dark house waiting for someone to notice that Iwas home, not only was I home but I was upset. One night it was different, I wasactually happy because I had made friends in the class and I understood what was goingon. When I came home all the lights were on in my usually gloomy house and my momand step-father were drinking beer and watching TV. I was excited because I understoodmy math homework and I wanted to do it right then, I didn't care how drunk they were. Although they weren't sure what was going on they humored me and continued to try tofigure out what I was doing.Eventually my mother went to bed because she was tired. I didn't want her to goto bed because I had this awful feeling in my stomach. I could tell by the way mystep-father was acting that I did not want to be alone with him. I did not say anything andshe went to bed. My step-father stayed up trying to help me with my homework. I knewthings weren't right when he started rubbing my back. I have never felt so uncomfortablein my life. He proceeded to do more things to me and I felt so helpless. I kept askinghim to leave me alone and he just asked why and told me I liked it. In the mean time my mother was peacefully asleep in bed, totally oblivious thatanything could be going on. My step-father got up to go to the bathroom, and I went intomy mothers room. I told her I was tired and I wanted to go to bed. Just then mystep-father came into the room and told my mom that we were almost done with myhomework. He told her to tell me that I had to finish my homework with him, of courseshe did. So I slowly stumbled my way back into the living room, back onto the evilcouch that I had to sleep on that night. My step-father continued to touch me and finallyI told him to go away,...
