In that disgusting, slobbery way of his he said I was beautiful.
With those half closed, glazed eyes he looked at me.
Those teeth, yellow as the fire hydrant in front of my house.
Crusty, grimey fingernails teared at my thigh as his hand slid.
He was the man who lived next door to my family and I.
He had a little dog named Bill who used to run into our yard.
I always thought it was funny how he had a humans name.
His name however wasn't nearly as funny, not now anyway.
My neighbor, standing a average 6'1" always used to be out in the yard.
I never noticed he was only out when I walked home from school.
Always working on his flowers or trimming the hedges.
He'd say hi to me, like always, and I would respond with a "Hi Mr. Davidson"
Today was different, much, much different.
He was outside, as usual as I struggled home with my grade eight math textbook.
Mr. Davidson grinned when he saw me, he waved then motioned for me to come over.
Reluctantly, I walked onto the grass of his lawn, I didn't like that smile.
"Look, look at these tulips blooming," he said as his hand reached to my waist.
I didn't tell him not to touch me, that would be rude and so I didn't say a word.
Little did I know, that was the reaction he hoped for.
Confidence was his worst enemy, you see, and it was a dangerous thing.
"Want to see the ones out back?" he asked, dragging me along without an answer.
I had to do my homework, I told him but he just said it'd only take a minute.
I agreed, followed, and felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.
His yard had a high fence surrounded by tall cedar hedges, nobody could see in.
He glanced around, almost like he was nervous, then smiled at me again- I didn't like it.
Suddenly, I was on the ground with him crouching over me.
That horrible smile on his face, making my stomach ache and pinch with fright.
"My, you are so beautiful baby," he said with his hand trailing up my thigh.
When it was all over, I had never felt so ugly.