you lay flat on your stomach while reading a book. you don’t glance up as the door opens. you feel a dip in the bed next to you and you slowly look up. you’re step father looks down at you. He married your mom about a year ago while you were staying at your college for finals. (You live at home, 19) “what are you reading doll,” his voice is deep and gravely, his Manchester accent ringing in your ears. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck as he looms over you.