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seventeenth birthday. The sound of glass falling again made me screech.
    I tiptoed into my bathroom that was attached to my bedroom and searched for Mama's hidden gun, but it was gone. I could not imagine Mama taking a gun with her to New York, that would have been impossible to do on an airplane.
    “Are you kidding me?” I said to myself.
    I listened as I heard some footsteps and I wanted to cry in fear. I just knew I was going to be the next victim—I was about to die.
    I shut the bathroom door as I heard the footsteps getting closer to my bedroom. I grabbed a crystal vase from the sink and held it over my head, ready to attack.
    “Lee?” it was Tyler. “Leanna?”
    I put the vase back on the sink and walked out the bathroom in relief. Tyler sat on my bed and the smell of alcohol drowned my room. He began to take off his suit and I stood back.
    “I've...I...I was fired!” he cried as he pulled out a bottle of Vodka from his coat pocket. “And it's your fault.”
    I began to laugh. “Why is it my fault?”
    “Because all day I think about you. I couldn't even think straight! You're a bitch!”
    “Get out of my house.”
    He stood up and grabbed my shoulders. “I HATE YOU.” With no force at all, he threw me onto my bed and he loosened his pants. I knew exactly what he was attempting to do—because it was not the first time.
    I jumped out of bed and threw anything from my desk at him as he chased me. I grabbed my boots and tried to run for the door, but he yanked me by my hair. I fell to the hard floor, banging my head causing me to see tiny stars.
    I tried to crawl away from him but he pulled me by my hair again toward my room. I screamed in agony, telling him I would do anything he wanted.
    “You know what I want, Leanna!” he screamed. “Come over here!”
    “I cannot believe I even liked someone like you. You are shit!” I shouted. While he tried to get his balance, I ran to the front door. I did not hear him coming after me, so I took my time putting my boots on.
    “Leanna!” he shouted and I ran outside to the only place I could call home.
    I banged on Christian’s house door, with tears flooding my eyes. I banged harder and harder because no one was coming to the door. I began to scream and the neighbor's dog began to bark.
    The door flew open and I instantly stopped crying. “You know, there is a door bell,” joked Christian’s father, Johnny. But, he did not notice how shaken I was. He let me inside his bright home and I began to cry again.
    “Oh my dear, is everything okay?” Johnny asked. “Do you need me to call the police?”
    Christian came out into the living room and he ran to my side. “What is going on, Leanna?”
    I stayed silent and rested my head on Johnny's shoulder. He gave me a pack of tissue as snot slid down his shirt.
    “Did someone attack you?” Christian asked. “Leanna answer me!”
    “Tyler attacked me!” I finally spoke. “He is drunk and tried to rape me.”
    “And why are you calm about this?” Johnny said. “I've got a gun I can threaten him with. I won't use it but I’ll sure scare him.”
    “Dad stop it!” Christian said. “I'll go kick his ass!”
    “No, it's okay. I knew it was a mistake to come here. I'll go back home. I’m sure he left by now,” I said.
    “Fuck that!” Johnny said. “You're staying here with us. We won't let you go back to that home alone. I cannot believe your Mama let you stay here alone in the first place. She knew what could happen to you.”
    “But, what if he is the murderer,” I said.
    “He's not,” Christian said.
    “But, what if he is?”
    “He's not!” he snapped. “Now you need to get some sleep. I won't let you miss another day of school.”
    Christian walked me into the guest room that I could tell had never been used. He gave me one of his old shirts and a towel so I could take a shower.
    “I'll see you tomorrow,” he kissed my forehead and then left the room.
    I shut the door because all I could