I remembered what I had tried to forget: the few times I was awakened by my bedroom door handle being jiggled in the dark—by one of Seth’s friends, or maybe even Seth himself, testing the lock, succumbing to a dare or mad desire or a dark, desperate weakness—and then footsteps shuffling away, defeated, saved.
The disgusting lengths men will go to to be disgusting, and the awareness GIRLS are born with that senses when we are in danger, even amongst our own families.
