𝐀 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ✓

Chapter 22

The Next Day :

I sat with my 'French Class Buddies' including Everonia, Juliana, Veronica, Demiana, Mariam.
( Veronica is someone in my actual class, not Veronica Gaggero. )

The French teacher didn't show up, as usual, so we just sat there talking.
When Johnny came in.
"Hey, girls. Can I borrow Adelle for a moment ?"
They nodded, and Everonia spoke.

"Johnny, sorry for what happened earlier. I didn't want to search you guys."
"It's okay. I get it. Well, Adelle, you coming ?"
I nodded, and got out of the room.

Well, I'll have to solve the riddle for Everonia's apology.
A week ago Menna Tawfiq's phone was stolen, and they were searching the whole class for it, even me. And when Johnny and Hayden entered the class, Menna randomly shouted "search them, too !"

And I was mad at her for that, Everonia and Juliana, too. Since they were the ones searching.

(Sexual Assault Warning.)

Anyway, I went with Johnny as he explained that Pitbull is upstairs, and he was doing random things. Touching people, and yelling occasionally.

I was furious as I climbed the stairs faster than usual.
Pitbull was touching Matt's body, fondling him. (Eww)
Dakota, Asher and Carson were away from them, but they felt like crying. I knew it.

Pamela wanted to do something, but she couldn't. He has the right to fire her.
The others were shocked, gaping at him with wide eyes.
"Is he drunk again ?"

I heard someone ask, and I could assume it was one of the girls, who were gathered together in a corner, scared.
"Enough !"

I yelled.
He stopped touching the idiot who can't defend himself (Matt), and stared at me hungrily.
"Oh, look, that bitch is here."

I heard a gasp.
"Stay away from him, Armando."
"Don't call me that, slut."
The next moment he tried to touch my breasts.
I pushed him away harshly.
"You're fired. Get out of here."

He glared at me, and walked away.
I started crying right away.
"Adelle, It's okay."
It was Hayden.

"No, It's not okay. I told you not to hire him, you didn't listen. I hope you're happy with the results now."
I practically yelled through my tears, and ran towards my class, closing the door harshly.

I sat on a random desk, and started sobbing.
That's something I should probably tell you. I've been sexually harassed my whole life, but not by my parents.
By random men.

Every time I walk in the street, I find people walking around me repeatedly. At first I thought it was a coincidence, but then this guy tried to grab my breasts, and I pushed him away.
It happened again, and again, and again.

Until I completely hated men, and didn't trust them for a second. And every time I see a guy walking towards me, I prepare for a kick. I even thought of it towards every male member of my family.

And I hated it.

( based on a True Story. )
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