Marcy s Rape
Marcy felt an apprehensive chill as she cautiously opened the front door. The whole house was in darkness. It was after 11 p.m. She was hoping that her father had passed out from his nightly round of drinking. Her mom didn't get off work until midnight and wouldn't be home for another hour and a half. Closing the front door quietly behind her, the young girl quickly dashed quietly toward her room. As she opened her bedroom door, a rough, surly voice reverberated throughout the...