“Barb, don’t you have anything stronger?”  He downs the beer while searching the cabinets.  I guess he has never been here before.  Everyone knows the hard stuff is the second cabinet on the left.

“I’m just picking up a few things.  I will be out in a second.”  I say walking towards the archway.

“Nothing here is yours” she spats downing half her glass of wine.

“This seems like a family problem.”  Bill says taking a swig from the whiskey bottle.  “Maybe I should wait in the other room.”  He looks me up and down walking towards me.

“Nonsense Bill.  My daughter will be out of our hair soon.”  She walks over to him rubbing herself against him.  His hand grabs her ass pulling her closer while he thrusts his tongue in her mouth,  all while staring at me from the corner of his eye.

At this point bile is actually rising up my throat and I know I have to flee this scene.

“I will let you two” I motion with my finger.  “Do your…thing” I go upstairs listening to my mother’s moans.  I imagine he is taking her right there on the table.

“Are you sure, I would love a mother and daughter threesome…Madeline.”  He shouts out to me.

I get up to my room and the lock the door.

Automatically I grab my phone texting Trent to hurry up and get here.  I fumble through the rest of my drawers trying to grab anything that I want.  I will never return here again.

Once I think I have everything I hear back from Trent.  He is on his way but he and Bryan were at a bar in the town over so it might be fifteen minutes or so before he can come.  I decide I will wait outside for him.  It’s a nice summer night.

I throw my duffle bag over my shoulder and I slowly open my door looking down the hall at my mom’s door.  It is shut so I quietly slip out of my room, turning off the light as I tip toe down the hall.  When I get to my mom’s room I am relieved to hear silence.  Oh good, they must have passed out.  Just as I turn to make my way down the stairs a gust of musky cologne hits me right before my mom’s door opens up.

He is standing there and I see my mom sprawled over her bed with her skirt up to her waist and no underwear.  Her red hooker boots are still on but she is out cold.  Fear hits me, I have to get away but I am pretty sure he can take me.  I figure if I can get down to the kitchen I can find a knife to defend myself.

“I was just coming to get you.  Your mom passed out on me.”  He leers at me with a sleazy smile across his lips.

“My boyfriend will be here in a minute to get me.”  I start walking down the steps.  I don’t want to alert him to my plan of defense.

“Don’t worry, it will only take a minute.  Your mom has already prepped me so I just need you to finish me.”  He follows me down the stairs and I swallow hard.  Tears are pricking at my eyes; I am praying Trent gets here faster than he said.  I should have stayed in my locked room.

When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I debate left to the kitchen or right to the door.  Something tells me left to the kitchen so I follow my gut.

“Sorry to disappoint you, I’m not my mother.  The apple didn’t fall from that tree.”  I say turning on the light in the kitchen.  My eyes start searching desperately around the countertops.

“No, you’re definitely not your mother.”  He looks me up and down again and I see him imagining me naked in his mind.  “I’m sure you are much tighter.”  He stays in the doorway thinking he has me trapped.

“Listen…Bill.  I am not going to sleep with you.  My very large boyfriend will be here any minute so I suggest you get your shit and leave or go upstairs and after my mom sleeps it off I am sure she will fuck you.”  Opening a drawer I find a knife.  Not a big one but enough to wound him giving me time to get away if he touches me.

“That’s where you are wrong sweet one. “  His words are slurring.   He walks over to the fridge and I turn away making my way to the doorway he came from with the knife behind my back.  “You are going to fuck me right here in this kitchen.”  He cracks open a beer downing it then throwing it across the counter.

I walk backwards towards the door but he walks towards me so I turn and run to the door.  He grabs me by my stomach from behind throwing me to the ground.  The duffle bag slams to the floor and I hear glass breaking.  Before I can get the knife out he is on top of me unbuttoning my pants.  I bring the knife up to him and he puts his fingers around my wrist bending it back until I release the knife.   “Did you really think you could out strong me?”  His hand reaches down my pants and underwear and I feel his fingers inside of me.   I release the tears that are building letting them spill down my cheeks.  I scream for help but I know my mom will never hear me.

Luckily he has to release my wrist in order to undo his own pants and pull mine down.  My fingers slowly get the knife again as he is concentrating on his own zipper.  I slash his shoulder with it and squirm my way around him.  Crawling backwards my back hits the wall and I get up letting the wall support me.

“You bitch.”  He spats at me helplessly lying on the ground holding his shoulder.

“Get the fuck out.”  The bloody knife is still in my hands.

“Not on your life sweet one.”  He comes closer but I am prepared to stab him.

“Don’t come any closer.”  I threaten but he doesn’t listen rushing towards me pushing me against the wall.

He grabs my hair back pulling my head down while holding my wrist with the knife down at my side.  He licks my neck “you smell so much better than your mother.  Like fucking heaven and I can’t wait to be inside you.”  He takes his hand out of my hair to pull my pants down but realizes he needs both hands so he takes the knife out of my hand throwing it across the room.

Knowing I have nothing else and I can’t get away I start begging him.  “Please don’t do this.”  He tosses me towards the stairs and my back hits the second stair hard across my spine making me shocked from the pain.  He jumps on top of me but I try to crawl up the stairs away from him but all he does is pull my pants down further while he follows me.  Once my jeans are off freeing my feet I kick him in the chest and he tumbles down a few stairs but recovers quickly.

“I’m pregnant.”  I plead but he doesn’t stop.

“Nice try.  I bet you are still a virgin which will make this so worth it.”  He grabs my breast and he moves my underwear to the side right before he is about to enter me I hear my mom’s front door open.

“Maddy?”  Trent is calling me and I have never been so thankful and embarrassed at the same time.

“Trent.”  I scream but Bill covers my mouth hoping he won’t find us. Drunken asshole.

Trent comes up grabbing Bill and throwing him down the stairs.  He glances up to me and I see the fury in his eyes.  Grabbing Bill by his silk shirt Trent punches him right across the face knocking him out.  Once Trent knows Bill isn’t getting up he comes over to the stairs carrying my jeans.

“Maddy, are you ok baby?”  He holds me close to him while I cry into his chest.  “Did he…” he hesitantly asks.

I shake my head back and forth.  “No, you got here just in time.”

“Oh thank god.”  He pulls his phone out calling 911.

“Trent…” I look down at the stair.

“Oh shit Maddy.”  He grabs me closer telling the operator “we need an ambulance right away.”

I hear her before she reaches my room.  “Where is she, Madeline Jennings?”  Her voice so demanding I am sure the nurse behind the counter is shaking.

“Ma’am, are you family?”  The young nurse makes her first mistake.

“Yes, why else would I be here.”  She exclaims back.

“May I ask the relation?”  Second mistake for the nurse.  One more and she will get the wrath of this woman.

“I am her mother.”  She surprisingly announces.

“By all means Mrs. Jennings, go ahead.  Room 208.”  The nurse says apologetically.