Samantha was too, she went in to go to the bathroom, a man followed.
I wearily followed them in, after a while,
It wasn't right, he was dirty.
I looked but didn't see either of them.
Straight ahead the bathroom door stood firm and tall. I listened in, he and she were talking.
The door flung open by my own doings. I told him to get out of my house.
He walked past, I saw something in his hand, silver, it was a pistol, I screamed.
I burst into my grandma's room and shout at her to wake,
I jump on the bed and shake her.
She doesn't budge, he laughs.
Is she alive?
I shake her,
Wake, I scream, she is still. Wake! God damn it, wake up!
She opens her eyes and I tell her there is a man trying to touch us and hurt us
He is a nasty man and I am afraid.
She sits up, looks at him, I knew there was something wrong when you girls went outside,
I scream at her to get up, she can't,
I run into another room. He and Samantha follow, beat me there.
He is sitting on a bench, she is right beside him, she is comfortable. I yell at her, save me, save me, help me!
He pulls me into his lap and I scream, I straddle him, I reach for Samantha.
She says sorry, she isn't dealing with this, she opens the door and slips out.
She slams the door shut.
