A Summary Of Personal Narrative By Juan Antonio Vasquez

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When we knock on the door my cousin husband Juan Antonio Vasquez open, and welcome me and my sister in. We ask for my cousin and he said she went to get an errant and that she was going to be back around 12 a.m. but we were welcome to settle in ourselves in while we waited for her. It was getting late and my sister and I decided to go to bed, he told us to sleep in the same room him on the bed and us two in the floor. When I felt asleep, I felt like if I was dreaming that someone was touching my vagina. I open my eyes I realized I was dreaming he was touching me. I freeze and decided to move to the side a little and hope so he can stop. He did stop for a few minutes until he figure that I probably felt back to sleep, which I didn’t I was wide awake and scared. …show more content…

I was very scared and did not know what to do. I was really scared to tell him to stop, my whole-body freeze and praying for him to stop. I knew I could not fight him back because he was a big man. I decided to grab my phone, run and lock myself in the bathroom. He fallow behand me asking me if I was okay, and if I was having nightmares, I told him to leave me alone and to stop lying that he knew exactly what was wrong. I was too scared to call the police, so I decided to call my mom, my stepfather and my brother but no one would pick up the phone. I decided to call my sister in law she thankfully she answer. She left work and pick up my bother. They decided to come for us as soon as possible and they called the police. They told me to open the door that the police were outside and that I was safe. I was refusing to open the door because he was outside the door and I was thinking he was going to kill me for calling people. The police knock the door and I decided to open the

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