Cynthia Dion: 

"Open the door!" He rattled the doorknob forcefully, struggling to unlock it. He was determined to get inside, but I could hear my heart pounding louder than his attempts. My nightgown, which barely covered my thighs, was clutched tightly at the bottom.

I hadn't expected him to spend the night in my room.

I tried to shift away quietly, hoping he would think I was asleep, but he was too intoxicated to think rationally. His sole objective was to break ...