If only it were someone else.

I'm scared. (He's come knocking three times already.) It's five o'clock in the morning, and when he left after the third time, I locked my door. Such a piddley little thing between us. I know he could break it if he wanted to. I'm laying in bed, praying that he won't come back. I'm too scared, too vulnerable. My heart doesn't belong to him, and I would be betraying myself if I let anything happen. Maybe if he was E, then I wouldn't be able to control myself. Instead of saying, "Get out!" I would've said, "Lay down next to me." That's why I'm scared. That's why I'm sad.
But, Alas! Mother has come down stairs to insist them on to slumber. But I know he'll be back...I'm scared.