Why is it always in the night.

This is part of a story I've been working on, its new and if anyone has any ideas to add onto this or for more description I'd love to hear it! I'm sort of stuck since this story is based on my life.

Last night was the first night in a long time when something I actually didn’t expect had happened. I couldn’t sleep so I went and sat on the couch in the living room and turned on the t.v. I felt the emptiness that 3 am brought to me, I felt tired, hungry, and nothing all at once. I was caught off guard when all the sudden, Frank my mom’s boyfriend, was suddenly sitting close to me with his hand on my thigh. I don't know if it was because I thought it was a dream or I was too tired to realize, but I let him keep his hand there. My body sat there motionless as his hand trailed up my thigh and into my shorts. I felt nothing as he did so much to me that night. After he was done with me he stood up and smiled at me. Sadly, I’ll never forget that smile or the look of the dark blue lights from the t.v shinning on his bald head. His dark green eyes staring into my soul. The way his small mouth crooked on one side as he eased his fingers inside of me. That moment will always be with me and I will always remember doing nothing. 

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[Savannah B.]

Oh my, I really like this and relate to it as I was in a similar situation but the person was not dating my mother, they were dating a different significant person in my life.

Since it is your personal experience, I don't want to throw too many unrelated ideas at you but maybe if you add a little more detail in there. Like what was on the T.V. that you had no interest in? (kind of gives sense of the time it happened) Maybe you couldn't relate to the happy couple in the show on the TV or you didn't care about toaster ovens being on sale at Bed, Bath and Beyond. Maybe you can add to the sinister feeling he gave you both during and after. (Having felt the way you described and been in a similar situation, it is more like he was taking advantage of a depressed person, a broken soul). Maybe you immediately felt guilty or regret even though your emptiness is what kept you from stopping it right away?

Not sure if that helped at all but maybe it did! Sorry you went through that, I will definitely read if you continue this story!