Chapter 18 - The Man

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I walked across the street to Kyle's house.

I was about to knock on the door when I heard banging.

"What the fuck is going on in there?"

I opened the door and found a man breaking stuff.

When he saw me, grabbed me and pulled a gun out.

"Help!!! Kyle!!!"

I heard footsteps running down the stairs.

"Jessy, what's-" he stopped himself when he saw the man with the gun to my head.

Tears were rolling down my face and onto the floor.

"P-put her down."

"And why should I do that?" The man's voice was deep and hoarse.

"Just please put her down?"

He grabbed my shirt and lifted it, showing my bra.

"Or, I could just do this-"

He grabbed my breast and started molesting me.

I screamed and tried to get away, but he was just too strong.

"Let her go!" Kyle grabbed a knife from the kitchen and pointed it at the man.

He just laughed at him.

"What are you going to do with that?"

Kyle threw the knife, but it landed at the man's feet.

He laughed even harder.

"I think I should do a little more."

He stuck his hand down my pants and into my underwear.

"Stop it! Get off of me!" I screamed and kicked at his knees, but it was no use.

He continued to molest me in front of Kyle.

Yet, he did nothing else to help me. All he did was watch in horror as I was assaulted.

I was crying hysterically and fighting desperately to make him stop.

Finally we heard sirens. I guess some of the neighbors heard me screaming and called 911.

"Shit!" The man pushed me to the ground and ran out the back door.

I was still crying when the police barged through the door.

One of the men picked me up and carried me out to his cruiser and another man lead Kyle into a separate cruiser.

After about twenty minutes we saw two other police officers forcing the man who molested me into the last cruiser.

So today, I had my dad killed, I tried to kill myself, I met a shadow girl who's gonna help me, and I got molested.

Best day ever...

I hope you all know that was sarcasm.

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