Chapter 12
No Emotion
As I watched him, moved like a lion to a prey and as he drew nearer my heart sank to the ground in fear, I kept looking around if I could find anything to defend myself with but nothing came into view, and down his trousers I can see his hard-on, "is there no escape to this?" I questioned myself, ready to let him have his way; "no, no way, am I going to let this ass reap me and worst of all my first time? Not going to happen" I kept on murmuring as I watched him.
I prepared myself waiting for his impact, I, knocking him down seem to be the only solution but how am I going to do that with no weapon, I look up at him, and he smiled
"Yeah, keep on looking it turns me on even the more," he was already close "you see this thing" he pointed at his groin "is going to bring you so much pleasure that you will beg for more."
Signing, for some reason this bastard just remind me of my mother, and that isn't a good feeling, "I doubt it." I replied looking at him jadedly devoid of all feelings and fear, yeah whenever the thought of my mother comes into mind, I just loses any emotion I have left "you should leave now sir, or else"
"Or else what? Speak for yourself, young lady."
He reached at to me and grasped my hand tightly and shook me violently, "Let's have fun." He said
"Yeah, lets," I replied as I raised my foot in anger and kicked him strongly in the balls
"Ah, that's hurt," he winced in pain and went to the ground; with his kneel on the ground, "You bitch!"
"Oh yeah, looks like you need another smacking." I said and pushed him to the ground, with my leg and kicked him again in his groins, he continued groaning in pain "why sir? Isn't this the fun you want to have? Let's have fun then." I matched his hand angrily, and then kick him in his faced, blood splashed out "no more, this is going to be the last time, I will ever let bastards like you hurt me again, and if I ever see you close to my door or even me, I will cut this off." I said while pressing his groin with my leg, I could see the fear on his face, good "Understand?"
"Yes, yes, please let go." He cried in pain
"Now my key,"
He reached out in his pocket and brought out the key, "here you go."
I snatched it from him, angrily and matched to the door "Well, get out; and I will need to report this" I told the man groaning on my room floor, he couldn't stand straight but of course, after punching and matching that particular area there's no way he can walk straight, I look at him on the floor "I don't have all day sir, hurry up and get out." He had no choice but to crawl out of my room, "yeah, crawling like an animal really suits creeps like you" I hollered and close the door with a loud bang to his pleading face. In the room alone, I hug myself tight as I slide down the door, I couldn't believe my eyes. I have heard news of people getting rape but to almost experience it first hand was unbearable, just imagine if it had actually happened; I can't stay here, and I need to contact father and let him.
I reached out to the bed where my phone was supposed to be, but it was empty, "my phone, it was here right? Furthermore, I saw it early." I turned the whole room upside down but nothing was found, how come? I kept it ... Wait a second, don't tell me that bastard has it; I hurried to the door but stop abruptly, as a thousand thought crossed my mind, what if he was standing out there with other student waiting for me to open the door? What will I do then? I got lucky early, how lucky will I be if it happened like that? And it was still so late in the night.
With such thought dancing in my head I couldn't move an inch and just stood there, it was too late, I will wait till tomorrow then I will go to the supervisor myself, I returned to my bed but couldn't sleep the idea of those creepy rapist bursting through my door and pining me down kept me awake and just like that it was morning.
I pushed my already tired body up from the bed and freshen up; I put on my clothes and came out of the room.
The day stated peaceful with everyone doing their normal chores and studding and chatting up, with no idea of what I was passing through and since I didn't have any friends to discuss with, I just ate in silence and went back to my normal activity, but I did notice some strange while the student paid no attention to me, the teacher was giving me the creepy glare.
At first I didn't read any meaning to it but then 'wait he couldn't have told them what happened could he?' I pondered 'of course not, that would mean telling them the truth' I paused for a second 'what if he told them what happened but with me as the bad guy' with the sudden realization, an unknown fear came upon me, I need to leave this place and fast; just when I was still deep in thought a student waited up to me.