“Tonight, You Will Finally Be Mine,” My 74-Year-Old Grandfather Said, Gripping Me Tightly Around the Waist. I Was Only 22 Years Old. That Evening, He Took Me to His House, Locked the Front Door, and Whispered, “Don’t Tell Anyone… Especially Your Mother.” At 3 A.M., While I Was Lying in Bed, My Grandfather Quietly Opened My Bedroom Door, Approached Me, and Placed His Trembling Hand on My Leg. “I Have to Do It Tonight,” He Whispered. I Was Completely Paralyzed with Fear…

What was supposed to happen?

I reached for my phone.

The battery was almost dead.

Before I could call anyone, the bedroom door slowly opened.

Grandpa stood in the darkness.

He wasn’t wearing his glasses.

His hands were trembling.

“Grandpa?”

He approached my bed.

Then he placed one hand gently on my leg.

“I have to do it tonight,” he whispered.

I pulled away.

“Do WHAT?”

He looked toward the hallway.

“Please, Emily. Don’t scream. Just come with me.”

“No! Tell me what’s happening!”

His eyes filled with tears.

“If I wait until morning, it may be too late.”

I jumped out of bed and backed toward the window.

“Stay away from me!”

Grandpa stopped immediately.

He raised both hands.

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Then open the front door!”

He slowly removed the key from his pocket and placed it on the dresser.