She was scared. Terrified, really. It would be messy. And loud, too. And her Mother would probably get mad. She would wake up everyone. But she wanted it all to stop. She also hoped it went quickly - she had a math test tomorrow and needed the rest.
As she was rehearsing her plan in her mind, he came in. Stormed over to her bed and slapped her across the face. Hard. It stung. She bit her lip and tried not to cry.
Not a word was said. He grabbed both of her hands and tied them together with his robe belt. Tied them down by her waist. He roughly flipped her over and began yanking off her pj's.. As he climbed on her, he moved her body into the position he wanted. It hurt. She would have new bruises in a day or two. She finally began to cry. Her hands were pinned underneath her. She had lost her chance before it was even available.
She closed her eyes and counted backwards. Her mind escaped to a beautiful mountainside with snow. She thought of the stillness and the silence there. It would be over soon. 100...999...98...97...