Part two
Sakeena's eyes were jet black in color, just like her hair. They were big and very bold which after her birthday, turned into the saddest of eyes. She gave more time to her family and tried her best to never be alone so the daunting memories wouldn't haunt again. She hummed while she was alone while silence was frightening.
Sakeena's eyes were jet black in color, just like her hair. They were big and very bold which after her birthday, turned into the saddest of eyes. She gave more time to her family and tried her best to never be alone so the daunting memories wouldn't haunt again. She hummed while she was alone while silence was frightening.
She was sitting with her brothers, when suddenly the thought
occurred to her again. Haunting her. Teasing
her. Mocking her very soul. She wanted to run away from it. Forget the whole
incident, but failed. Every time, she felt helpless against her conscience.
The middle aged man staring at her, perverted and alone in the corridor, wore a glittering purple shirt with loose baggy jeans. Even the thought of the sight brought Goosebumps. There were a million things that could have happened to her. He could have done anything to her. Anything he wanted. Anything to satisfy his desires; touched her, abducted her for life, or worse raped her. She had heard stories about teenage girls when she was little – “there are kidnappers all around the city, waiting for helpless girls to walk past their ways” “Girls disappeared mysteriously were brought to brothels and enforced to spend a lifetime satisfying their customers – worshiping the pimps” Everything she had heard flashbacked before her eyes and ears.
The middle aged man staring at her, perverted and alone in the corridor, wore a glittering purple shirt with loose baggy jeans. Even the thought of the sight brought Goosebumps. There were a million things that could have happened to her. He could have done anything to her. Anything he wanted. Anything to satisfy his desires; touched her, abducted her for life, or worse raped her. She had heard stories about teenage girls when she was little – “there are kidnappers all around the city, waiting for helpless girls to walk past their ways” “Girls disappeared mysteriously were brought to brothels and enforced to spend a lifetime satisfying their customers – worshiping the pimps” Everything she had heard flashbacked before her eyes and ears.
She hadn’t known such fear,
she had known that day.
The other man in
his 50s brought even more dread. He looked like a pimp, without any second
thought. The perverted smile on his face had brought chills down to her
spirits.
Her tears started to shed again.
It was her and the man alone in the corridor. The memory brought shivers and she started to sweat bullets. She was 17 and he was in his 50s. Using power would have been useless. So, she had to keep wise. His bulky body was reaching towards her and she had move towards the only exit that he had entered from. In other words, both were approaching each other. She had no other option, it was a one-way corridor and she had to get out of it through the exit door.She couldn’t run or the man would definitely interrelate even if he wasn’t going to. She couldn’t reveal fear on her face or the man would feel powerful against the little object. She had to act normal. And thus she walked her way through it. Steadily and at her best not to let drop the slightest of fear in her expressions. Though unknowingly her sweat had wet her whole shirt and the man had noticed the anxiety on the face of the perplexed teenage girl out on an adventure with her new boyfriend or her girl friends, the thought had brought a cheeky smile on his face and so he relished the moment. Absolutely flouting the moment of walking past the man, Sakeena felt abnormally anxious and her steps started move even fast. In a few minutes she had reached the door when unwillingly she looked back at the man if he was still watching. He was. She regretted the moment she turned around and hastily ran out of the door.
Sakeena: Episode one http://fajanjua.blogspot.com/2014/07/sakeena.html
It was her and the man alone in the corridor. The memory brought shivers and she started to sweat bullets. She was 17 and he was in his 50s. Using power would have been useless. So, she had to keep wise. His bulky body was reaching towards her and she had move towards the only exit that he had entered from. In other words, both were approaching each other. She had no other option, it was a one-way corridor and she had to get out of it through the exit door.She couldn’t run or the man would definitely interrelate even if he wasn’t going to. She couldn’t reveal fear on her face or the man would feel powerful against the little object. She had to act normal. And thus she walked her way through it. Steadily and at her best not to let drop the slightest of fear in her expressions. Though unknowingly her sweat had wet her whole shirt and the man had noticed the anxiety on the face of the perplexed teenage girl out on an adventure with her new boyfriend or her girl friends, the thought had brought a cheeky smile on his face and so he relished the moment. Absolutely flouting the moment of walking past the man, Sakeena felt abnormally anxious and her steps started move even fast. In a few minutes she had reached the door when unwillingly she looked back at the man if he was still watching. He was. She regretted the moment she turned around and hastily ran out of the door.
Sakeena: Episode one http://fajanjua.blogspot.com/2014/07/sakeena.html
Sakeena: Episode three http://fajanjua.blogspot.com/2014/09/sakeena-episode-three.html
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