Liliana

And I heard him walk away.

And then he's standing in the, like the hallway, the doorway outside the bedroom.

and he was he started talking and going like you stupid bitch like you're such a fucking bitch like always ruining my fun and and stuff like that and I like peaked opened my eyes and I had like this mirror above my dresser that that I could see the doorway and I could see him just standing in the doorway horror movie level scary hello and and just going like you're a fucking bitch like you always ruin my fun and I'm just like what the hell is he talking about right it's

And then he comes back in.

He grabs the railing of the top bunk, pulls himself up and then like slams his fist down on my chest.

And it knocked all the air out of me.

I sat up immediately and was like gasping for air.

And he just left the room and I couldn't even say anything because what can I say, you know?

So I catch my breath and I look over at my sibling and T is awake and she's looking at me.

And I was like, did you see that?

And she was like, yeah.

And I look over at the clock and it's like four in the morning and I'm just like, I think this is it.

Like, I've got to tell somebody.

Like, I just didn't know what to do.

Like, it was just so uncomfortable, but I didn't know who to tell.

I didn't know.

I still didn't even really understand what was happening.

I just knew that I didn't like it.

So at some point in school, in my health class, we had a class about abuse.

And I learned then and there that