“Let’s go to the bedroom,” replied mom as she got up. Dad and I followed her. My legs were trembling at the thought of what was to come.In my pa...ents’ bedroom there was a large king-size bed in the centre with a study table by the window and an armchair similar to my dad’s favourite chair that was in the living room.Dad sat himself in the armchair with his newspaper.“Now, you and mom just do your stuff whilst I read my paper just like we used to do in the living room” he said. “I can also watch. . you little cradle snatcher?" he asked. "I am so fucking sorry Mike. I got carried away and you shouldn't blame your little sister," he said apologetically. "Not that little . . . I just realized . . . looking at her naked body. What's up?" "Just checking on the time tonight and wondered whether she could be invited to be with us. I'm sure David wouldn’t mind. She seemed kinda upset that everyone was going to have a good time but her. Maybe we could even let her have some of that champagne I'm. After a few minutes of this we were both ready to go so we took off our pants leaving our shirts on because we had to leave her bedroom door open at least halfway as per her dad so we wouldn't fool around. Haha didn't work. But we knew her mom and dad were downstairs in the living room watching TV. As we really started getting into we stopped listening for anyone coming down the hall and all of a sudden there was a light knock on the door and her mom opened the door and said "hello how is the. “No it not, not with him still out there it will never be safe.” He held me until I finally stop crying. “Maybe we need to take you to a therapist again at least they may be able to help you sleep without nightmares” “Maybe you’re right. I just hate that he can get to me even when he not here.” He rubbed my back. “You want me to help you up stairs?” I shook my head. “If it’s ok with you I think I just sleep down her tonight. That bed will be lonely without her and I hate those damn stairs.” He.