Stuck

Stormy weather

It was a cold night, colder than it should be when its the middle of summer at a beach house. I heard the waves crashing against the rocky shore. The storm was blowing the trees and sand in every direction. The branches violently tapping at our doors and windows. Why did it have to be this weekend? I thought to myself. We could've gone any other weekend and we would've been night swimming right now. I turned the volume up on the T.V. that was mostly just covered in waves of static.
"Hey hun, what's on?" My mom asked as she entered the basement.
"Well, I'd love to tell you mom, but I have no idea since the T.V. is literally DROWNING in waves of static!" I sneered. My mom cocked an eyebrow and shifted all her weight to he left leg while planting her hand on her hip. This is what I like to call the Really Riyah stance (RRS) because whenever she does, said stance, the infamous question always follows.
"Really Riyah?" I choked down a smile wishing my brother Ezra was with me. We would always laugh at our mom when she did things like the RRS. "Well since you've implied that you're not busy, you can go and help Norman unpack a bit." I gritted my teeth. Norman was my mom's new fiance AKA NOT my awesome dad.
"I think I'll go swimming instead" I responded as I sunk into the couch and blankets I had borrowed myself into.
"Riyah, if I don't see you upstairs in five minutes, you're not gonna go anywhere with Hayden next week." I rolled my eyes at my mother's threat. Hayden was my boyfriend and we were gonna go to his aunt's cabin in a week with our other friends Addie and Damian. I threw the blankets off shivering at the cold air surrounding me. My mom smiled and went upstairs. I raced to the other side of the basement to grab another sweater before I froze to death and started walking to the stairs, but as soon as I got in front of them, I saw Norman standing on the last step. I hated him with everything I had. He was just so weird and he gave me a bad vibe, but I never brought it up. Ezra liked him and my mom claimed to love him but I couldn't even tolerate him. But I would always just shake the feeling for Ezra and my mom's sake.
" 'Scuse me," I said trying to push past him. He blocked my way and gave me a look that made me feel actual fear, like HORROR MOVIE fear! I felt small, helpless. I didn't even really know why the look on his face just made me so uneasy.
"Riyah, you're so beautiful. Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked. He ran his hand down my face and neck until he reached my collar bone. I felt stuck as fear had just completely shut down my body. I couldn't even speak. I just stood there with my eyes open so wide I thought they might fall out.
"HEY RIYAH! WHERE YOU AT THOT!?" I heard my brother yell from upstairs. I finally found myself able to move and I ran past Norman all the way to Ezra's room. I stood in there with Ezra for the rest of the night wondering if I should say anything. I mean nothing really happened, right?