It was 9 at night on a Monday night and I was up in my room reading a textbook for school. Everyone else was in their rooms and most were asleep except Karen. I heard the door slam downstairs and then fofotsteps walk up the stair and into my room. in my doorway appeard a man I hadn't seen in quite some time; my father, the one and only. I looked up when I sensed a presence in my doorway.
"Hey Kristy," he said casually, as though he hadn't up and left us.
I slammed my book shut and looked at him.
"Doin homework?" he asked.
"Yeah. What else would I be doing at this hour?" I asked.
"Don't talk to me in such a manner."
"Oh and after about a year you except me to be nice to you?" I returned, trying to keep my voice down.
"What are you doing here?" I wanted to know.
"Just thought I'd drop by."
"Ha the thought of you dropping anything…" I said.
He came toward me and pinned me to the bed.
"Ow get off me what the hell are you doing?" I said.
"Something I should've done a long time ago."
He started undoing my pants and his. I tried to pry him off but his knees were pinning my arms down.
"Ow stop get off stop no oh god no!" I screamed.
He then left in the same manner he had come.