He opened the door quietly, careful not to make a sound.

The room was semi dark, illuminated only by the lamp she kept in the corner.

His steps faltered as he treaded towards the bed. For a second, he considered retreating.

But the thing that snarled inside of him pushed his feet forward.

Perversion. His mother had called it.

"You are filled with perversion and evil."

Maybe he was.

Maybe he shouldn't be in her room.

But he needed to touch; to feel.

He nudged aside the wrapper that covered her and lifted the hem of her night dress. His hand trembled as he pinched hold of the flimsy knickers that stood as protection over her secret place.

"Take your hands off her."

His fingers froze just beneath the knickers.

"I said take your hands off her!"

He slipped out his hand, slowly turned.

She was standing by the door.

"Get away from her." She ordered.

He rose off the bed he'd noiselessly sat on and started towards her.

When they stood side by side, she cursed. "Pervert."

Hate pulsed in her voice.

Even in the dimly lit room, he could see the glint of it in her eyes.

He slunk past her.

He was a pervert. Evil. And everyone hated him, even his own mother.

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© TM David-West.

Nice one, more please

Rhayne:
Nice one, more please

Okay, I will try. Thanks