A Knock at the Door

 
                                                              A Knock at the Door

                                                               

                                               

She just arrived home from work and was ready to relax,when there was a knock at the door. Really? Now? Who would that possibly be..she wasn't expecting anyone!

She looked out the window to see who it was, living alone, she never just opened the door. She began to tremble, her lips were quivering.

Panic washed over her, she found herself frozen. She hadn't felt this way in so many years, waves of fear hit her. Finally, she tried to take a step, but fell to her knees.

What was he doing at her door? Flashbacks of what he did to her almost 40 years ago, all those feelings she thought she would have again, was now all she felt.
His breath on her neck, his fingers touching her, she pushing them away. She wanted to run, panic, fear, she couldn't breathe.

Those words, "no one will believe you" sent chills up her spine. No matter how much she tried to avoid him, he would just appear out of nowhere.

Now, he's knocking on her door. She knew he was running for office. She was avoiding any news so she wouldn't have to hear his voice, his name or see his face.

That knock at her door was like being violated all over again.

She was finally to look out the window, he was gone. She laid on the floor for hours. Doom and gloom was all she felt. She was one of many, yet felt so alone.

Crawling into bed, she called a friend who would understand. A friend fortunate enough to move away a long time ago. A friend who had been through the same thing with him.

She found support in her friend, anger, tears and then strength.Courage to stand together and tell their story. To encourage women to tell their story of abuse.

Strength in numbers, knowing you are not alone. To say enough! To say #MeToo!

Change can't wait for the future. It must begin now. It's long overdo. We do this for ourselves for what so many of us have been through.
We do this for our children, grandchildren, our country.

Telling our stories is important. Sexual assault, abuse, harassment knows no barriers. It crosses all economic lines.

We must come together, now. Now, we begin.

Marjorie Farrington 12/10/2017 ©️

The above is a fictional story.