I was staying at my grandma’s house a few days while my parents started new jobs in the city we were moving to. I was 12. My grandma was visiting family for the first night, so it was just me and her husband whom I’d been very close with.

A few hours after my mom dropped me off, I don’t remember how it came up, but he kissed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I suddenly was terrified of staying there and what he might do, but I also knew he was a hot head. I snuck into the guest bedroom to call my mom who thankfully wasn’t leaving until the next morning. I packed my things without letting on and convinced him to play my favorite songs on the piano in the other room so he wouldn’t notice my mom pulling up to the house or me running outside. It was a 30 minute drive for my mom, and while I’m sure she was speeding the whole way, it felt like an eternity. I worried he would hurt both of us.