The night was rough for Roxy. Sleeping in her old room stirred up memories that she had shoved to the back of her mind. Like the nigh Maxwell had tried to force himself on her. It had been her sixteenth birthday. Her father had thrown a party. It wasn't the usual sweet sixteen other girls had. She hadn't really consider herself a girl at that time. The party guest had been her father's men bug she hadn't minded. She was closer to them then kids her age. There had been alcohol and she had gotten a buzz. She had only had a little. She hadn't wanted to lose control. It was a good thing that she hadn't drank more. If she had she might not have been able to fight Maxwell off. 

She bolted awake at six. She hoped she hadn't woken Jess but she knew that she probably had. Her heart raced. She was glad that they would be able to leave today. She couldn't handle much of this.