Diary Of A Victim.

15

"Sila, I need your help. " I didn't wait for anything else to say.
"What is it.?" She asked stopping her walk and turning to me.
"I want you to get Ian's phone from him like right now." I whispered to her.
"What!!! Why??" She yelled.
"Stop making a scene. You told me you'll make it upto me right ...please do this. Only you can do this." I pleaded.
"Okay.. okay...I will but why?" She asked again. I didn't want to tell her the reason. I was scared. But I did. I have to .
"He recorded everything with Delilah." I said more like a whisper.
"That pig." She said and nodded, "I'll get it. Don't worry. By the way did you get it recorded . The talk you had now.?" She asked.
"Yes, I did. I have it and I'll send it to all of you ." She just smiled and then stared at me with sympathetic eyes. She gave me a bear tight hug and pulled away quickly. I hurried over for my next class.

Sila's POV.

I was looking around for Ian. All I can do for Delilah is this. I am a woman who tried to torment another woman. I regret what I had done. I regret ever hurting Delilah and Dayanara. I cannot sleep peacefully knowing Delilah has been not served justice. I don't know how Dayanara is keeping up with all these. I could never have the power to do all these. I've read the diary entries Delilah made. It made my heart weak. The audacity these men have to walk over women.

"Hey Ian" He was walking down the deserted corridor with his criminal friends.
"Sila... Long time no see. I haven't seen you like.. forever. " How can someone who raped and murdered a human , can act like a perfect man like this. Maybe this bastard is used to it.
"Oh.. I have been around. How you doing by the way." I asked , trying to keep up the act.
"I am doing great actually. So are you free tonight. " I can already know where this is leading to. But I need to be friendly with this disgusting human to get the phone.
"Why, yes I am. " I said acting all shy and modest.
"Why don't you come over then? Let's have some fun ." I almost gagged at that. But kept my calm.
"Can we talk a bit more privately. I am getting really uncomfortable with all your friends." I said , trying to get him alone.
" Let them join too . Sila. Is there a problem." Now he was getting closer to me.
" Please move back. You are invading my personal space. " I clenched my fists ready to fight back.
"Pffffttt. Personal space??? Philip." He nodded to the person standing beside me. The man who I assumed is Philip, roughly grabbed my forearm and dragged me to an empty classroom. I resisted and protested but failed miserably because two others were now man handling me.
"Leave me , Ian. This won't end well." I tried to speak between my struggles. I was now kicking and hitting whatever I got hold of. But they did not even bulge. My eyes welled up with tears. With a blink of my eyes , they rolled down my cheek. I sobbed louder. I screamed and yelled . My breathing got heavier but I did not give up. I fought. But suddenly the idea of getting the phone came up to my mind. I stopped fighting back and fell into Ian's arms. I hugged him tightly. The others pulled me from behind but I did not move an inch. Ian's hands trailed down mine. I very slowly tripped my fingers into his pocket and took out the phone. I held it very tightly inside my fists. My dress was half torn now. I yelled a lot more louder. I raised my knees and hit Ian where the sun doesn't shine. He groaned and caught the other ones arms. I took this as the perfect opportunity to fight back. I swung my clenched fists and hit one of their nose. He bled instantly and cupped his nose. I easily nudged the other one with my elbow and ran towards the door, unlocked it and hurried out. I ran as fast as I could with the phone still in my hands.