It's just me alone at home right now. Well, the dog is here but I doubt she'll be much help. He just keeps talking about . . . whatever. I've told him what feels like twenty times that I don't have any money, that I don't have any desire, that I don't need whatever he's selling right now.
I'm at home alone. I hope he doesn't notice.
Greg leaves a bat next to the bed there's no way I can make it all the way there in time. There's a skillet in the kitchen. Too far. Hairspray in his eyes. I don't have any on me. If he decides he needs to come in, he'll come inside and there's nothing I can do to stop him. I lift my arms away from my side and rest them on the doorframe. He won't pin them against me. I lean away so I can spring into the living room if I need to. I wish I had my cellphone to fake a call. I wish he wasn't standing in the doorway so I could close it. I wish he would just leave.
There's nobody else at home.
What if he never leaves?
Dear God, help me.
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.....my first thought was of a little kid who was just bored with a salesman....Then, at the end, I pictured a woman afraid of being raped or something, hence she prayed...I'm probably way off of what you intended to portray though lol
ReplyDeleteThis is horrifying. I have experienced this. It is the worst.
ReplyDeleteWhy this?
Also, what happens?
ReplyDeleteKyle, I started with your second scenario in mind.
ReplyDeleteI've watched a movie with a rape in it recently.
Hate.
I hate it more than I did before and I wasn't sure it was possible.
Oh, goodness, I'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteA: yes, rape sucks.
ReplyDeleteB: I can't believe I was actually on track lol.