I swallowed and started making my way home. I raised my hand against the light and we both blinked rapidly adjusting. I was on my back as Kesha straddled me. I found a rock and held it above my head and stared at the window. “No, you’re not.”
“But…” protested Desma but Kesha cut her off. I made the descent quickly that time. All pretense of stealth vanishing. Would you believe me if I told you I did not sleep well that night? Slowly she stretched her shaking hand out to me. It was not Desma I had raped in the dark, it had been her younger sister, Kesha. Propping the window open and raising an eye brow with a curious head tilt Kesha asked, “what are you doing back here?”
“Just let me in,” I begged. “Now do you know why you’re here?” her voice squeaked unintentionally. Her eyes lit up and she jumped me. You need your keys, why didn’t you say so?” She rummaged through my pockets and pulled the keys out and held them out for me. Puffing out her chest, Kesha pointed at the window. When I arrived, I looked up to the dark window unsure of what to expect but knowing full well I was walking to my doom.
