Trapped with no hopes, nothing to aspire to and with my strict disciplinarian father. I heard the unmistakable sound of voices in our living room downstairs as I struggled with the ropes. Our testimony against him didn’t mean a thing because he hired quite a lawyer from what we later were told. I was lost in my own world. He waited for me to unbutton and unzip his jeans, slowly enough to try and delay the inevitable. He remained employed but fell down the ranks. Brad continued, “Someone was screaming upstairs. I heard the unmistakable sound of voices in our living room downstairs as I struggled with the ropes. I trembled from where I knelt on the ground beside the mystery man. I have to call for help.” She disappeared into a side room and Brad pulled me into the hallway out of earshot of our neighbor.
