The Unexpected
Sitting, waiting, anticipating...
Unable to see, unable to move, I can hear footsteps getting closer and a voice. Uh oh, I hear more than one voice. I want to scream but can’t, there is something in my mouth preventing me from talking. He is standing next to me, stroking my hair, the other stroking my cheek. My heart is pounding against my rib cage trying to escape.