Thirteen

A heavy thud somewhere in the room woke her up. Selena could feel two strong arms pressing her down in bed. She opened her eyes and there he was, Matthew Fernandez, the first love of her life. He had a grey hood over his head, covering his face but she could never mistake that malevolent grin for anyone‟s in the whole world. His oversized hand moved up to her face and covered her mouth and nose.

Gasping, she kicked her legs desperately but the bedding blocked such movement. She scratched and clawed as much as she could but he was too strong for her. As he leaned in closer to her face, a hellish fear took over her and she could do nothing but wait as his stubbed face came in contact with hers. He breathed in the smell of her before licking her temple, making her moan silently.

When he pressed hard enough to block her breathing completely, she woke up frantically in bed. A nightmare. She could feel sweat dripping from her cheek. Why did she dream of him, now, at such a late hour of the