I walk into the familiar house. The one with my cousins creepy friend. He watched my every move. The way I carried myself was anything less than  spectacular. The way my hair curled. How I jumped when someone put a hand on my shoulder. He knew I was valnrable. And that’s how he did it. When everyone went outside to play the games he stayed inside to watch me. Me dragged me upstairs and locked the door. I’m sure you can figure out the rest. Never have I told anyone. Now I just sit in that house so many times a year and wait for it to be over. And everytime I see him I die alittle inside.