Portraits of her heart

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It started with cute, quick gloats.
She adored it. It was what she has always longed for, to be noticed by lads. With luck on her side, the attention was from her long time crush.
He was handsome, no denies. He was what every girl in the city would wish for.
A wide, bright beam along with deep dimples on his cheeks, a long body with lean muscles, well, from where she came from looks did matter much what mattered was his family background. And he was from a nice family with pure manners. He was a full package, delivered in a wrong place.

She became more happier and confident as things escalated from just glared and smiled to having a small conversation it wasn't much but he would ask questions like how she felt today? And how's school going. And she liked it. Mind you the lad was a student at some varsity while she was doing her senior year. Things were smooth those dreamy days. They would often bump into each other and greet, till one evening after sunset. And he asked for her phone numbers then asked her of what she didn't see coming, a hug. And it was the warmest hug she had ever received not even in her past.

She saw herself already in love with him. They would communicate through social media but it was never satisfying for her. He never talked to her that much. So one evening her older sister, sent her to the shops along with her cousin. Along their way they saw him. She beamed that even through the dark you'd see two gold stars on her teeth. That made him beam wider. He always loved to see her smile, it was his favorite feature on her. He asked if they didn't mind him accompanying them and she agreed. He accompanied them, even though he wasn't her cousin's fan. Along the way they talked about random things, jokes here and there. They both enjoyed.

Her mother once told her to be careful around boys. To never put trust and heart on them. Did she ever listen. She didn't. He suggested they await for her cousin while she ran to the shop. And she listened. Little did she know it was the devil talking. Since where they were standing was dark and gloomy, only their eyes were seen. He then rose his hands to touch her with his long fingers grasping on her waist. She yelped composing herself so he wouldn't notice. She wasn't fond of being touched by anyone. Yet her lips remained sealed.

He lowered his hand to fistful grab her butt. I swear that move made her more and more uncomfortable. A small tear wanted to escape her eye. She gulped dryly. How stupid and selfish of him to ask if she were comfortable with his touches after all the torture he had put her through. She shook her head in response. I guess he missed the response as he continued to touch her private parts on her body. He broke the record when he grasped her small breast from the thin shirt she was wearing. He felt her hard nipples and she swear he saw him smirk maliciously under the dark.

A small tear escaped from her eyes, as they were disturbed by the flashing light of the truck approaching their way. He quickly shoved his hands inside his jean pockets as though nothing ever happened. From then, he forged a lie and told her he forgot he had to go somewhere and time wasn't on his side. Still without words coming out her lips, she nodded. And he jogged away leaving her with regrets which would haunt her at night for her silence.

Through this short massage, I dearly hope lads school themselves to never disrespect lasses. They should always ask for permission to touch them anywhere regardless of which section of their body. They should never  be uncomfortable around them instead I feel like they should be protected by them not violated.

And to lasses, let's not keep the silence. Let's let our voices free and save ourselves from monsters. Your silence may kill you but your voice may save you.

A NO, IS A NO!