That night was embedded into my head.

It didn’t bother you.  

It didn’t phase you. 

We didn’t even know each other for a full hour. 

Just talking so far. 

Having a normal conversation. 

You couldn’t even keep your head up. 

Slurred words. 

The stench of alcohol dancing around you. 

Eagles store lights illuminating enough to see him. 

He got out. 

Peace filled me. 

A sense of relief left me. 

He got back in. 

What happened while he was in there? 

Did I do something to make him want to do this? 

He places his hand on my leg. 

He pulls me towards the middle seat without a word. 

Not even a “No.” 

Not even a “Stop.” left with my mouth. 

I felt paralyzed. 

Mute. 

I sat there. 

Enduring it all. 

I didn’t want to cause a scene if I were to have said something.

We weren’t the only ones in the car. 

My body ached. 

My body burned.

Please just stop already. 

This isn’t what I want. 

The car halted. 

I remember exiting the vehicle so fast. 

At first, I didn’t want to say anything. 

Wanting to rip all the skin off of my body. 

Still feeling his repulsive hands roam around. 

The last words I ever heard. 

“Yea, that’s my son.”