Bedtime

My mother steps in the doorway of the bathroom as I finish brushing my teeth.

“Your father told me to make sure that you floss your teeth.” She says to me in her weak voice.

“I will.”

She’s a meek, mouselike woman who moves through the house as quietly as a ghost and never has an opinion of her own. She never has, and never will take sides against her husband.

“Tell her to hurry up, it’s almost 9:30!” My dad barks from down the hall.

“Okay!” I respond.

After I finish taking care of my teeth I put my dark brown hair up and go into the hallway.

My dad stands in his bedroom doorway with an expectant scowl, holding out his hand. I take my phone out of my pajama pocket and give it to him. He doesn’t trust me with it at night, and doesn’t let me lock it.

“There better not be any texts from any boys when I look through this tonight.” He tells me.

“There won’t be.” I say meekly before going into my room, putting my glasses on the nightstand, and crawling into bed.

I lay awake sniffling and crying.

I can’t believe they still treat me like this, I’m an adult!

All of his rules are ridiculous and unfair. I have no freedom, no privacy. I have almost no friends because I’m not allowed to hang out with anybody he thinks is a “bad influence”.

But the worst part of it all is that I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend. I’m not allowed to date, or even talk to boys.

I want so badly to have a boyfriend. To feel his lips on mine as he pulls my slim body into him with his big, strong hands. To run my hands up and down his muscles. To go out on cute dates, holding his hand.

That’s not all. I want to know what sex is like. Even if I can’t get a real boyfriend I still want it. I want to be touched. I want to play with a guy’s dick. I’ve never even seen one!

“Fuck him.” I whisper to myself with a sniffle. “I’m gonna find a way. He doesn’t have to know.”