Brett was bigger and stronger than me. I knew I couldn’t fight him in any physical way.

Sam suggested I videotape my room and get Brett to incriminate himself and show my mom and be rid of him once and for all.

I hid the small hand held camera behind old teddy bears on my bookcase shelf. Mom was at work, the twins were still at daycamp and my sister was at a friends.

“Hey sis,” Brett the perv said.
“What do u want?”, I said as non threateningly as possible.

“You, on your knees”, Brett laughed. “You know you want it.”

“Please leave,” I said.

Brett came closer to my bed and pulled his pants down and started to stroke himself.

“GET OUT !,” I shouted.

He hit me hard across the mouth, grabbed my arms and held me down. I cried through the struggle and the pain.
This was nothing like what Sam and I had done together. Sam was gentle and loving. Brett was a brute.
I thought about Dad and all his advice. I was protecting my family. Mom would see the evidence and throw Brett out of our lives for good.