I was 16 and my parents were out of town…

I was 16 and my parents were out of town. The only other person home was my grandmother. I was in my pj’s, a grey t-shirt and comfy pants. I heard a knock on the door, and I answered. It was my dad’s friend. I was confused because I thought he knew my parents were out of town. I told him my dad wasn’t home, and he asked to come in anyway. I let him in because I knew him for years and trusted him.
He sat down on the couch, and I sat on the loveseat, wondering what he wanted. He spoke to me, but I don’t remember the details. I do remember that he was slurring his words. I realized he was drunk, and I began to feel a little bit uncomfortable… and maybe a little scared. He asked me to stand up and spin around. I did. He stood up in front of me and wound his arms around my waist, then kissed me. Hard. I froze. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and began to rub my back with both hands. I tried to pull away and he grabbed me harder, telling me that, when I turned 18, he wanted me to marry him and have his babies. I was horrified. This man was 43 and had children older than me.
He kissed me all over my face while keeping me in that hard grip. I pulled away again and he finally let go. He went to leave, and I walked him to the door. He kissed me again and said he’d wait for me until my 18th birthday. I gave a little laugh because I was so uncomfortable, and he laughed, too. He hugged and kissed me again, then left. I didn’t tell anybody what happened.
It turns out that my grandmother saw part of what happened and told my dad. He was furious and hurt that I didn’t tell him. But why would I? He always spoke so negatively of women and had never defended me before. My dad went to his friend’s house and threatened him. We never saw this man again, and, to this day, no one has ever spoken of this incident. I guess sweeping it under the rug is easier than dissecting the roots of it.

-Anonymous (she/her)