My best friend, Amanda, had fallen asleep. I was laying there on my phone and trying not to think about her Dad and what we did a couple of days ago. Her Mother is home, so it is too risky to do anything, I thought to myself. I really need a drink though.
I tiptoed out of the room and went to the kitchen for some water. It was about 1am and the house was almost silent. I could hear faint noises coming from the lounge room, someone must have been awake. I heard footsteps and turned to see Amanda’s Dad walk in. His eyes lingered on me a little too long. He went to the cupboard and got a glass out and proceeded to fill it with cold water. He didn’t say a word and I didn’t either. I just watched him as he stared straight at my boobs and barely looked at my eyes at all. He filled the cup, took a drink, then walked over to me. I was leaning against the kitchen bench. He walked over and leant on the kitchen island that was directly across from.