BROKEN

NOT AGAIN!!!

*Edited*

         I just wanted to be successful in life and make Jesus proud. I was now in SS 3 and it was time to write the West African Senior School Certificate Examination (WASSCE). Because I didn't want to fail the examination, I desperately needed a private tutor for Mathematics, English Language, Physics, Chemistry and Biology.
When I told my mum I needed a private tutor to prepare me for the examination, she was surprised because she knew how I hated private lessons. In no time, Mum got me a tutor. My tutor was Mr. Fred, a family friend and the proprietor of a small-sized private secondary school that was located within a walking distance from our house. I had known Mr. Fred since I was in SS 1 class; he was friendly, intelligent and a praying Christian.
In one of his classes that I attended, I observe that Mr. Fred would pray before the commencement of his class and just before the class ends, he would share the word of God with his students. You can imagine my excitement when Mum told me Mr. Fred would be my tutor. I was elated and rest assured that I'd pass my examinations without stress. But Mum and I agreed that, instead of Mr. Fred coming to our house, I would go to his school for him to teach me because the terminal examinations were ongoing in his school and wouldn't have the time to come to the house. I would arrive Mr. Fred's school in the morning and help him mark his student's assignments before they arrived.
At this time, I was a beautiful, full grown lady with amazing curves––the beauty was top notch! Such a beauty to behold that heads would turn whenever I passed by. Suddenly, men became attracted to and interested in me. Some of them would call me aside wanting to have a chat with me. I must confess that I enjoyed the attention I was getting. But unknown to me, Mr. Fred had been secretly watching me and was also interested in me.
On one Monday morning, Mr. Fred gave me a physics assignment that was to be submitted the next week. He also gave me other assignments that were to be submitted on specific days. The next day (Tuesday), I was sweeping the class where he stays in the morning when Mr. Fred came in and was staring at me, smiling. I pretended not to see him, but I noticed he just stood there staring at me. When I finished sweeping, I was startled to find him standing behind me.
"Oh sir, you scared me. I didn't realise you were standing behind me," I said. "Not even a good morning?" he asked with a grin. "Good morning, sir. How long have you been standing there?" I said, rolling my eyes. "Hmm, not too long," he replied, turning to look at me. I was behind the door trying to return the broom and the dustpan. The class was a very small class (more like an office) and nobody would ever see what was happening there. The way the school was structured showed that it was a house that was turned into a school. The classrooms were relatively small.
"Your necklace is beautiful," Mr. Fred said, touching my necklace with his hands moving close to my boobs.
"Ermm, thank you sir," I replied.
I quickly tried to distract him by telling him about a math question I was unable to solve, which he now tried to provide me with the solution. I got home thinking hard about what happened but I gave Mr. Fred the benefit of the doubt, as he was a Christian and a married man. He will never lay his hands on me. He's Spirit-filled, I thought.
Three days after (this was a Friday), I wore a gown to school which was unusual because I was always on pant trousers. I wasn't feeling well that day and I didn't want to wear something that would make me uncomfortable.
I joined the SS 3 students for biology class. I was drowsy during the class and wasn't concentrating as I was not feeling well. It affected me to the extent that I couldn't properly provide answers to Mr. Fred's questions during the class. When he noticed I wasn't concentrating, he then asked me to stand up.
"Jane, what is wrong with you today?" Mr. Fred asked. "I'm good sir. I'm just tired," I replied.
"If you are not able to answer my next question, you will be punished," he threatened. I just nodded and sat down. Since I couldn't answer his next question, he was upset and ordered me out of the class to go and sweep the small class I mentioned earlier. This happened few minutes to the time for recess. In no time, biology class was over.
When I got to the small class, I was frustrated because I couldn't find the broom where it was usually kept. As I turned to leave the class to inform Mr. Fred that I couldn't find the broom, to my utter shock, he was right behind me again.
"Sir, I can't find the broom," I said angrily.
"I'm not feeling well. I can't even bend down to do any strenuous work, else I'd be dizzy." I was almost crying at this time but Mr. Fred remained mute. As I moved towards the door to open it and leave the class, he cornered me and pinned me to the wall. I was confused.
"Your being sick does not give you the audacity to insult me," he said, looking keenly at me.
"I didn't insult you, sir. I'm sorry. Please can I go now?" I begged.
"Not so fast," he said, holding me tight and kissing me roughly.
In split seconds, all that had happened to me in the past flashed through my mind. I had thought that phase of my life was over but it wasn't. This was my teacher doing this to me. I couldn't fight back as I was too weak. I just cried.
"Lord, please help me out of here. I didn't lose my dignity in the past and I don't want to lose it now," I cried silently.
Mr. Fred then brought out his manhood. Ha! What was he trying to do? Rape me? I gathered all the strength left in me, pushed him away, ran outside and left the school premises without being noticed by anyone.
I walked home with my eyes full of tears. I couldn't believe what just happened. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Mr. Fred tried to rape me. I thought he was a Christian. Just when I thought I was in safe hands, the devil entered into Mr. Fred (like he entered into Judas Iscariot in the Bible) to mess me up.
Why me??