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<strong>The</strong> Crime<br />
my pot—got tired <strong>of</strong> waiting. He asked Cheryl where her room was,<br />
and she told him it was in the basement. He yelled at us to get up<br />
and then marched us down the wooden steps, single file.<br />
<strong>The</strong> basement was unfinished except for Cheryl’s room. He<br />
made us lie down on the bare concrete floor, and then he went into<br />
the bedroom with Cheryl. <strong>The</strong> cold seeped into me through my<br />
flannel nightgown. I wished for the worn carpet from the dining<br />
room.<br />
It’s almost over. Cheryl is the last one. <strong>The</strong>y’re almost done, and then<br />
they’ll leave.<br />
But they weren’t, and they didn’t.<br />
<strong>The</strong> intruder finished ransacking Cheryl’s belongings, but<br />
instead <strong>of</strong> marching us back upstairs, he had Cheryl lie down on<br />
the concrete floor beside me and Marty and Karen. <strong>The</strong>n he kicked<br />
my feet and told me to get up. He took me just inside the doorway<br />
<strong>of</strong> Cheryl’s room and had me stand next to him. He pointed the<br />
gun toward my friends on the floor. He slid his other hand up under<br />
my nightgown. His hand was hot and slick on my skin. My heart<br />
raced, and I felt bile rising in my throat.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y said this was a robbery!<br />
He felt me all over, especially my breasts. He kissed the side <strong>of</strong><br />
my neck and my cheek. <strong>The</strong> pillowy feel <strong>of</strong> his lips was foreign to<br />
me. I felt repulsed. I turned my body away even though I was afraid<br />
<strong>of</strong> making him angry. He hit the gun against my temple, a reminder<br />
<strong>of</strong> his power.<br />
I heard footsteps thumping down the wooden stairs—a hollow<br />
sound that made me both relieved and terrified. Relieved because<br />
the intruder pulled his hands from beneath my nightgown. Terrified<br />
because the leader was shoving Teresa in front <strong>of</strong> him. Teresa’s face<br />
was unreadable in the darkness.<br />
“What you doin’ down here?” the leader barked. I noticed that the<br />
rough tone <strong>of</strong> his voice sounded almost put on, like a kid in a play<br />
who was instructed to sound sinister. But none <strong>of</strong> this was pretend.<br />
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