The Flood Within

Torrential rain swept through the city, submerging neighborhood after neighborhood.

Fortunately, I had always been an extreme prepper.

My stockpiles kept my cousin and me from starving to death while we were trapped in the apartment.

Yet her self-righteous savior complex kicked into overdrive.

She insisted on opening the door to shelter our neighbor—the very man who had brutally bullied me when I was a kid.

"You said it yourself, Zoey, that was years ago when we were kids."

"Everyone deserves a second chance, don't they?"

That very night, that neighbor assaulted and violated me.