A Scarlett Rose

Chapter 8

But as I did so, two of them started walking in front of me, gradually slowing down and slowing me down. I could, from the corner of my eyes see two of the boys walking on each side.

One of them on my side said "A good girl like her should not be roaming alone in town, at such a late hour."

But it wasn't even that dark yet, I thought to myself.

Another in the front laughed as he turned briefly saying "what if she isn't a good girl at all"

"Don't poke fun at her boys, maybe she is lost, let us help her, drop her home safely." I heard a rough deep voice from behind me.

I tried to get away from any escape route I could find but I failed. They wouldn't let me walk faster or get away. And before I knew it I was at the end of the road and trapped from all sides, cornered, with my back literally against the wall.

"Please let me go, please leave my way" with whatever strength I could gather to say the words amidst my ragged breath, I begged them.

"We are not holding you, you are free to leave" one tried to mock me.

"We were only trying to help you, make you feel safe." another said faking innocence. 

"Trust us, we can help you. You are safe with us." 

I did not know what could happen to me, or what would happen after, all I knew was that I did not feel safe, and all I wanted to do was go home. My brain was almost dead I feel, as I could not think what to do in order to get out of here, and I felt as if my heart just couldn't take it anymore running so rapidly, it burst.

I had never had such an encounter before in my life, hence I dint know what to do. I was told about incidents, warned not to go near men, flee before something like this could happen but never told what to do if ever found in such a predicament.

I was helpless, I dint know how to save myself. I had read in novels about the savior arriving in time to help the damsel in distress, and at this moment I wished with all my heart to be just another character in a book that is saved in time by the hero.

Tears of fear, of loosing self respect and confidence, of being weak, brimming at the edges of my eyes, were ready to fall. As they inched forward, I closed my eyes and prayed it all went away, they go away and prayed for it to be just a nightmare.

We feel it all goes away, just because we close our eyes. Since we can not see anyone, no one would see us either. We shy away or close our eyes towards the wrong doings, and in our facade of ignorance we hide the cruelty and believe it has disappeared. Don't we?

We are mere victims of our teachings, taught to lead our lives with the phrase "ignorance is bliss" but not everyone was taught of where to apply it. Isn't it?

The next thing I know was the worst feeling I had ever felt. The brush of bad touch.A hand, touching my cheeks as I turned my face away, brushing the side of my hands, my hair, my neck, a hand trying to hold my waist.

Two hands tackling ten. Two feeble, naive, unknown hands tackling ten forceful, eager, strong, experienced hands. I was outmatched.

With the tears escaping I felt myself weaken, loosing hope to be saved, giving in to the disgrace. It was then that I felt someone sniff my hair, lips sliding down to my ears, and I heard a whisper between deep breathes.

I dint really hear anything at all as I was out of focus, but that touch and the feeling, it ran a jolt of electricity through me, waking me up from the trance.

All I remember was a blurred vision when I opened my eyes, and two hands trying to push away, and pass through. I did not care to wipe away the tears, or see their faces, or wait for someone to help, or for someone who would see me and spread rumors. All I knew was I had to get away, run, run away, from here, dint know what would happen next, all I knew was that I had to run away.

So I pushed, with all the strength in me, my hand and legs. I tackled them with all I could do and knew, to get away. And finding a breach of hope I took the chance, and ran, ran for myself. Even with the blurry vision I ran.

I dint care about the torn edge of my sleeve, or the marks on my hands, my hair and dress being out of place, or the tears streaming down my face, leaving my face a mess as well or that someone would notice me like this. All I knew was to run, run and hide in one of the corners, of the four walls I knew, guarded and secured.

And hug my mother, drown my sorrows in her embrace, letting her take it all away, the memory of today, and ask of her to make me feel safe again.

So I did it, going home, opening the door in haste and running to my mother, but I was stopped in my tracks before I could reach my mother.

I opened the door wide, and saw.......

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