You wake up to a crash in the night...

A loud crash wakes you. Then another. What the fuck? You jump up out of bed, your night shorts and vest clinging to your clammy skin. It's cold out of bed, must be late. You hear hushed voices. Your heart starts to race. A man's voice. Who the fuck is that? They're in the flat! You creep to your bedroom door, open it slightly, trying not to make a sound. You can feel your heart beating in you head, almost like your vision has its own pulse.

You look into the hallway. The door to your flat is open and the little table and shoe rack in the entrance have both been knocked over. You hear the voices in the living room. A woman's voice. Mum? You walk to the living room door and peer in. "MUM, what the fuck!" You step into the room. A man, about 50 years old, a stranger to you, is lounging back on the sofa, his trousers and pants dropped to his ankles, still in his boots, muddy fucking boots. Your mum is kneeling in front of him, head bobbing up and down. They are both so drunk that it takes them a second to realise you've caught them. Your mum pops her mouth off his dick and looks up. "Oh heyyy, Em. I thought you'd be, hic, asleep." The man doesn't even try to cover up. He just looks at you with an absent smile on his face. His solid, veiny dick just resting on his pot belly.

"I was fucking asleep until you knocked down everything in the hallway trying to get in! Christ mum, how much have you had to drink? I've not seen your for three fucking days now" The man, still erect, is looking at your bare legs now. And who is this fucking creep? "And I've told you, how many times? Don't bring strange men home, please mum, for fuck's sake" The man's gaze has moved up your legs and he's now staring at your groin, making you concious of your skin tight PJ shorts. "This your daughter? She's a fit little thing" he slurs, absolutely drunk out of his skin.

You slam the door as you storm out of the room. You stop to fix the furniture in the entrance way and lock the front door. You hear giggling and laughing as you return to your room. Stupid, drunk old fucking bitch. I've fucking told her not to bring guys back that I don't know. We're both gonna get fucking murdered one of these days. I need to get a lock on my door. Fuck! You throw yourself onto the bed. Quickly roll over. You can hear the man moaning now. With a jerk you twist and roll over again. The moaning louder. "Fuuuck!" you scream, and put your head under your pillow. The moans are muffled and with effort you eventually get back to sleep. But only for an hour or so...