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in his entirety, from his slippered feet to his fuzzy gelled hair. His shoulders and head were aglow with the light
from behind him; to Rowan he looked like the saints pictured in the books she’d
read at school, but she knew that no saint would have done what he was here to
do.
    He stepped into her room, and asked her if she was
awake. Though Rowan knew her being awake didn’t matter to him, and that he’d
continue what he’d come into her room to do anyway, she feigned sleep. She
hoped that this time things would be different, and that he’d see her sleeping
and leave her be.
    He knelt down by the bed and stroked her face, moving
a hair away from her mouth in the process. Rowan’s eyes struggled to remain
closed; she hated anyone but Peyton touching her face. She tried hard to
imagine her beloved puppy was licking her and kissing her, and that that was
the sensation she could feel. As always during his nightly visits, her
imagination failed her and she was left to feel him stroking her face and
licking his lips hungrily, like a spoiled dog before its favourite meal of beef and gravy.
    She knew better than to cry out. She knew he’d only
hold his hand over her mouth and nose so hard she’d see spots. And she knew
that no one would come in response to her calls. No one ever came. That upset
her more than what he did to her when he was in her room on a night time.
    It upset her more than when he would remove her
teddies from the bed before he touched her; like he knew that they were eyes
who could see what he’d be doing. Like he knew that they were souls who could
tell if they knew what he was doing.
    He put the teddies to one side, face down and facing
away from him, and climbed over her, where he lay on the bed beside her and
cuddled her like she was his own personal teddy. His body touched hers all the
way down and through the many layers between them she could feel his boy bits
growing.
    He buried his face in her hair and kissed her head
repeatedly, while slipping his hand under the covers. Finding the waistband of
her jama bottoms he slid his finger underneath them,
and tickled Rowan’s bum at the very top. Rowan held perfectly still as he snuck
his whole hand under her jamas , where he squeezed her
bottom so hard she was forced to bite her lip to keep from crying. He shoved
his hand in further and pushed his finger between her legs.
    “You like this, don’t you? Open up for daddy.” He
whispered into her ear, sounding almost as though he was a good daddy, doing
the aeroplane routine while feeding his beloved baby.
    Rowan squeezed her eyes tight shut, and remained stock
still. On receiving no desirable response to his demand, he stood up and pulled
the covers from the bed in one swift movement. He climbed back onto the bed and
straddled Rowan; pinning her calves down. He tugged hard on her jamas , pulling them down towards her knees, and sat a
moment.
    Rowan failed to hope this time. Silent tears slid down
her cheeks as she gave in to what he’d come to her room to do. Roughly, he
lifted her hips up, so her bottom stuck up in the air, and proceeded to touch
her girly parts, parts she’d been too terrified to discover for herself yet.
    Maintaining her silence, she cried harder as she heard
his zip being pulled. She knew the worst was yet to come, and she knew what it
would be. Her sobs shook her whole body as she cried into her pillow while he
burned her from the inside out and made her red raw with pain. She took a full
mouthful of her pillow and chomped down hard as he seared her insides one last
time before collapsing on top of her.

*****
     
    Hours after he’d gone and left her to her tears of
solitude, Rowan lay there in the black, watching the shadows of leaves play on
her ceiling as the trees behind her house danced in the darkness. The moonlight
gave her room a faint blue hue as it crept in through the gap in her curtains.
In an attempt to get herself to sleep, Rowan tried to
count each individual