Monster, Why?

The summer night was a typical hot night. I did everything in my power to fall asleep but for an unknown reason I just could not keep my eyes shut. Every time my eyes came shut I came across his image. It was as if I could foresee what was coming my way. As the clock marked one in the morning I stood up in my long t-shirt and underwear. Turned on the fan to its fullest power, open the window sat in my bed and lit a smoke. The night was loud. I could hear the festive souls from the neighbors down the street. As the cigarette came to its final ashes I suddenly felt lightheaded and exhausted. I hid the ashes in the burnt candle tray and lied on my bed. A moment later I was dead to the world. In deep sleep. It all seemed rapid, in an instant I was awakened by a strange and familiar hand rubbing my naked legs. I pressed my eyes hard as I prayed for it to go away, for it to be just another night mare. But it continued. I gathered all my strength jumped out of bed holding the sheets to cover my body. As the monster came to me with the smell of alcohol penetrated in his breath. He whispering “let me just touch, just touch, just a little touch,” as he pointed at my legs. As I pushed him out of my room as he fought his way back in. I was relief to hear a noise coming down the stairs. I was not alone. She came down the stairs with uncombed hair and half asleep with a question on her face as she looked at what was happening. I could have sworn she saw what was happening but she looked at me, close my bedroom door and ordered me to sleep. I fought back the tears as I lied there and wondered what his pleasure from this was. Because for me it they were certainly painful acts of cruelty that caused terror in my life. Memories from childhood and now even in my adolescence that would forever mark my life. After that, it was for certain I would not sleep that night.