A few blocks away from the house, Rachel found an empty store and sat down on the slab. She was breathing so fast as she tried to calm herself.
The thought of what had happened gave her the goosebumps. She shuddered like she was in winter, even though the sun was a little scotching.
Sitting down there for awhile, she tried to figure out what she would do next in other to be free from the torment she was passing through. Reporting to her mum had proved abortive. She was stunned to the fact that her own mother had her swear not to mention it to anyone,more like she consented to the molestation her step father had been brewing on her.
A vehicle stopped in front of the store and a man got down. Reluctantly, Rachel got up, vexed that the owner of the store had come to send her away.
"I was just about leaving." She said to the man and started walking away.
"Wait, can I talk to you for a few minutes? It's okay if you decide to stay far from me, I really don't mean aby harm." The man said.
Rachel sized the man with her eyes, wondering what the man had to say. "Well, I guess I should find out." She whispered to no one in particular.
"What did you say? The man asked, hearing her mumble some words though he couldn't fathom what she had said.
Rachel shrugged lightly, "it's nothing. What is it you want to talk about? I just have a few minutes, I'll be off in a jiffy." She explained, so as not to be kept waiting.
"Uhm... Well, I have been watching from down the road and I saw that you were running, maybe from someone. You should be in school at this time and it's suspicious that you're not. Are you in trouble of some sort? The stranger asked, quite concerned.
The question triggered her and she could no longer fight the tears that had been struggling to let loose, so she let them fall on her cheeks.
"I'll be fine. I just need to go far away from here, from everything." She answered him and walked away.
The man tried to stop her, but on a second thought, he decided not to, so he wouldn't be mistaken as a child abuser.
Rachel walked back home, ready to either devour or be devoured. "What's the worst that could happen? I share a man with my husband and he pays my fees, huh? She said now cold hearted.
She wiped her tears and continued blabbing. "After all, I told her about it and she didn't bother doing anything about it. I can't run away, where do I know." She weeped quietly, trying not to gain any attention from passerbys.
She got to the house a few minutes later. The house felt calm to her, so she assumed that the nuisance had finally left the house and for the meantime, she could think about a better way to get passed the situation or maybe, surrender.
Unfortunately, her peace was shortlived as she stumbled on her step father coming out of his room while going into hers. She pretended not seeing him and sauntered into her room. Her heart beat so fast, as she waited for her door to be burst open.
After a few seconds without anything, she felt relieved but decided not to undress but lie on the bed like that.
Not long after she had slept off, she felt unusual hands on her body. She stirred up from her sleep still dizzy. She saw her step father on her bed, trying to undress her and signaling her to keep mute. She felt so bad, frustrated, betrayed and like any other badly hurt person could feel like. She tried to struggle, but he was way ahead of her. She screamed, but he gagged her with his big palm and finally overpowered her.
He was about to have his fill of her privacy when someone entered into the room hurriedly. Anthony froze as he saw a man enter the room, someone he had no idea of. He jumped off the bed and tried to put on his shorts.
"Don't you dare move." The man said, taking out his phone from his pocket.
Rachel quickly covered her and got off the bed. She was surprised to see that it was the stranger that had stopped her. She wondered what he was doing in the house, though relieved he had showed up from nowhere.
"Who are you? The stranger asked Anthony. "What's your relationship with this child? He asked, emphasizing of the word, child.
Anthony stared at the man, baffled for a few seconds. "Young man, I should be the one asking who you are. You just entered into my house without invite and you have the guts to ask stupid questions? He quickly put on his short, ready to fight.
"Did he hurt you? The stranger asked very concerned and angered.
Rachel shook her head. "No, he didn't but was about to."
The stranger grabbed her hand and took her out of the house. "We're going to the police station to make a report and I'll fully support you on this, as much as you're willing to take it." The man promised.
"No." Rachel disagreed, taking her hand off his. "I would hurt my mother. I don't want to hurt her nor my siblings, I just want to live peacefully."
The man sighed in disbelief. "What do you mean? Does your mother know that this man hurts you? Where's your mother, where can we find her?
She nodded. "My mother, she knows, but she says she can't do anything because that's her husband."
The man's eyes widened in shock. "You mean, your stepfather was trying to..." He couldn't complete his statement. "Oh my God. Where can we find your mother?
"I can take you to her, she has a food store a few minutes drive from here."
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