If you let me

Anna walked through the shadowed vacant streets in the empty night. Her hand in her pocket. Her music whispering in her ears. Loud enough to keep her awake, soft enough for her to hear the passing cars coming from every direction. Every street.1

It was not unlike her to love the ominous night sky. The atmosphere accentuated her dark desires that day time could not satisfy. There was something about the sunlight that left Anna feeling drained and depressed. In the frosty wind it was a different story. 2

Anna turned around the corner heading towards the gate towards her house. It was always hard to come back home after she spent hours walking around the streets alone. But she hated to frighten her mother. Her mother was already fragile enough with the death of her abducted sister. 3

Anna opened the gate creeping up the short pavement to the front door. She pulled out the key from her fathers over sized hoodie and put it in the door twisting the lock until it clicked open and the door swung open revealing the dull lighted hallway.4

She closed the door behind her carefully and padded her way into the lounge room where her step-father sat sipping on his beer, watching one of his odd horror films. The ones he had tried to convince her skeptic mother to watch, but only ever could when she was asleep or at work.5

“Hello Kiddo,” her father said patting the seat next to him. He pressed paused and dropped the remote onto the floor. He smiled shaking the crumbs of his bed shirt and shuffled over to make room for her on the couch.6

Anna walked over to the couch reluctantly. She switched of her music, taking the headphones from her ears and sat down next to her step-father resting her hands in her lap.7

Her father turned to face her. His own hands resting on his lap. He scanned Anna curiously, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.8

“What's up Anna?” saying her name for the first time in what felt like months for Anna. She melted when he said her name. The tears swelling in her eyes. She let her hands slip between her thighs and picked the fluff of the pillows.9

“Anna,” he asked again. “What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?” he asked anxiously running his hand over her shoulder and fore arm. He stopped resting it on her lap. Rubbing the back of his palm up and down her thighs. 10

Anna sat silently for a moment. Watching her step-fathers hand caressing her thigh. Slowly she parted her legs inch my inch taking her step-fathers hand in hers and resting it on her apex. 11

Anna's fathers eyes widened in horror. But he did not move his hand. He remained frozen on the spot looking deeply into Anna's longing eyes.12

“Oh,” he said slowly. “Anna... I can't do that anymore.”