And so it began on a gray and damp Sunday morning, she sighed with dark circles under her eyes, barely catching two hours of sleep. She kept reminiscing the events that took place the night before and questioned herself over and over, why her? Her perpetrator roaming in the city like nothing had happened, he had robbed her most inner being. Her soul was there no more; she never asked to be tormented. Should she go to the police? The surveillance would show how provocative and inviting she had dressed the previous night. He was in essence family, now it was her word agaisnt his, she sighed,wondering if anyone would believe her. With much bravery she picked up the phone, lingered in what seemed an eternity,she bit her lower lip not realizing that it was bleeding. Tasting her own blood she hung up abruptly, tears rolling down her cheeks, she cuddled on her couch, she was a coward.