||[Oct. 12th, 2009|01:35 pm]
Ashley (aka maddy ashy aka ashoftomorrow)
When I was in 7th grade, I took the same bus as this kind of creepy, tall, physically imposing guy. He wasn't really traditionally weird, he had a bunch of friends and could pretty easily fit in with the preppy kids at our school but something in his eyes always made me uneasy.
One day I was minding my own business on the bus, listening to music, when he sat next to me and started touching me inappropriately. I asked him to stop and tried to push him away but he was much bigger than I was and he kept on doing it, no matter what I tried to do.
I was beyond frightened. I realized that the only way out was getting off at the bus stop so I resigned myself to waiting for that. When we finally got to my stop he tried to keep me from getting out but I was somehow able to muster up enough strength to push my way out.
I was so relieved. But I was mistaken because he had gotten off at my stop and h started following me home. I sprinted home and locked all the doors. He got there not even 30 seconds after I did and started pounding on the doors and shouting, calling me a slut and telling me to let him in. I was paralyzed with fear but eventually he went away.
I never told anyone what happened but I stopped taking the bus after that and he happened to move away not long afterwards.
Fast foward to 3 nights ago. Seven years later. I pulled up to my neighborhood 7-11 to get a soda and a sandwich. I look over at the car next to mine. It was one of those cop cars that are made to look like a regular car and who do I see? That same creepy guy, in a cops uniform, getting ready to back out of his spot.
I sat in my car and cried and cried.