The night of terror began.

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I reached under my pillow, hoping it was still there, but fearing it at the same time. my hand reached further , my heart started racing. my fingers inching forward.I felt it.My hand drew back instantly. The cold hard metal burned my fingers. I heard the noise again, closer, on the stairs. I knew it was him. I knew why he was here. I knew what I had to do. Scrambling to the far side of the bed, I grabbed the gun by the handle and slipped to the floor. I reached for the phone and dialed 911. Just as they answered, the door flew open. The shadow of a man filled the doorway. He was bigger with the light behind him. I couldn't think. The pounding of my heart was the only sound I heard. I lifted the gun and fired two shots. He crashed to the floor yelling profanity, then went silent. I lifted the phone to my ear and cried. It was not long after that I found myself in the back of the police car, explaining the ugly truth. I was thirteen at the time the nightly visits from my uncle started and fourteen when my boyfriend gave me his fathers gun.