But tonight, everything took a terrifying turn. I was sound asleep when suddenly, a strong hand clamped over my mouth. I jolted awake to see my cousin, Kennith, standing over me.
I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I struggled to break free, but he pinned me down with his entire body. Tears started streaming down my face. My attempts to fight back felt so weak against his strength.
It didn’t take long before my resistance faded completely. That was when he started tearing at my clothes, his face twisted into a cruel, leering grin.
"Carrie, just go along with this and I'll take care of you for the rest of your life," he murmured.
But I wasn’t about to just give in. Desperately, I bit down on the hand covering my mouth. He yelped in pain and pulled back, cursing at me.
"You little bitch, you’ll pay for that!" he snarled.
I didn’t hesitate—I rolled off the bed and dashed for the door. But as I reached for the handle, panic set in. The door was locked.