I could hear my step father’s thunderous footstep as he approached my room. He was here for it again. This time I didn’t fight it. I laid down there helpless as he moaned with pleasure. Sweat trickled down his face and dropped on my forehead like bullets… I wish they were bullet. Mother despite refuting my story had stayed back home to confirm my story. She opened the door and caught him in the act. I thought I had my victory but my mother murdered me when she told me… “speak no word for it’s brings shame to our name”.