Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. The smell of alcohol invaded my nose. He was over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I was suffocating, drowning, dying inside as the disgust washed over me. His hand moved up my side, scrunching my nightgown as he roamed. The rough sensation of his fingertips gave me goose bumps. I kept my thighs closed together as he rocked over me. “Feel me, Fallyn. Do you feel me? I need release, baby girl. You’ll give me that, won’t you, my girl?” I wanted to vomit. Fourteen Mississippi. Fifteen Mississippi. I swallowed hard, trying not to puke all over him. His forehead dropped to my pillow beside my head, his breathing heavy, and I hoped with all my might he hadn’t passed out on top of me. He paused like that for what took me three more counts in my mind. Then his tongue darted out, and he licked my ear. Don’t move, I told myself. I fought the urge to wipe my now wet earlobe as he slid a hand between my legs, trying to push my thighs apart.
