"Shh, quiet now." He strokes my hair and bile rises in my throat. He lifts my nightie up and I scrunch my eyes together, praying that I pass out or something. I hear the unmistakeable sound of a fly unzipping and my heart breaks into a sprint."There's a good girl." He mumbles.My eyes dart to the door, but it's closed. I will someone to come in, someone to help me, no-one does. I panic more, and my breathing accelerates. I can't move. Tears start to trickle down my temples as his weight presses down on me.Acting completely on reflex I panic and push against the weight with all my force, leaping out of the bed. I stand beside the bed struggling to breathe as Theo looks at me with a worried expression on his face and both hands held up toward me. He's wearing only his boxers, his abs ripple in the morning light. It's okay, it's Theo. It was only a dream. Only a dream. It's Theo, I'm safe with Theo."Lilly? It's ok. I'm sorry." He speaks slowly as somebody would to a child. I struggle for breathe as my pulse still thunders in my ears."I'm..." How do I explain this?
