It Was You

I dreamed a few nights ago that I was back in the cabin in Knoxville. When I have nightmares, they usually take place in that house. I hated it there. Horrible things happened there. So of course my nightmares take me there often.

I was walking into the house, and there were people at the table in the kitchen, all laughing and talking. One of them was the person who molested my brothers. I sped toward him, bent on tearing him limb from limb.

I couldn't see well as I didn't have my glasses on, and when I got closer, I realized it wasn't our neighbor, it was my father.

And then I knew.

"It was YOU," I gasped.