The second time it happened, was after she broke up with her first boyfriend. She needed private math tutoring, as she was hardcore failing. She asked a Very close friend that was 6 years older than her – she was still 15, he was 21. Their friendship went back for years.
He taught her how to do her math homework and practice the professor had sent. Everything was going well.
She felt a hand, on her leg. She felt it through her pants, and decided it was time for him to go. She said it was late, and had school tomorrow and needed to sleep. “Ok”, he said. And asked her to take him to the lobby so he could leave.
She did as she was asked, and showed him the way out.
In the elevator, he got behind the girl and stuck one of his hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples, and his other hand was busy with finding her below-private parts, grinding his finger against her vagina.
She was frozen, and had a tear go down her cheek. The elevator opened, and he said “thanks for the pay”, and left.
She desired to never see his face again.
A year later, she sent him a message explaining how bad he made her feel, and asked to know the reason for his action. She never received an answer until two years later, that coincidentally she saw him at a supermarket.
He invited her to dinner -sushi- and she said “sure, why not?”, hoping she would finally get things cleared out, understand his actions and finally move on.
He accused her of hurting him, and telling him a sexual abuser as he was not one. He accused her of lying, saying he never touched her without her consent, and that she, a 15 year old, was basically asking for him to make her _his_. He stated, “i love you, and that is how i know to show love”. And he demanded she apologized for telling him he abused her, as she was the one that had provoquen him, and they had an undeniable sexual tension and emotional connection.
He later had the balls to tell her he still wanted her to be his friend. Yet, after cleaning her tears, she refused and went back home.
Months pass, she quits her job and heads back home. Only to see the guy at the entrance of the Free Zone, as his building was next to hers. He stared at her down, and whispered “See? Undeniable connection”
If i could go back in time, I’d do something to stop him.
And I let myself down. Now I live with shame, for not acting up. Humiliated, as I had zero courage and stayed frozen as he touched me.
It was not my fault. Even though it certainly feels like it.