The Truth Will Set You Free Would you still tell the truth even if it would hurt someone you love? I was afraid to tell in fear of how it would affect other people in my life. The truth became this ominous storm cloud threatening to downpour on me at any moment. But I couldn’t keep silent. It was prom night when I finally I freed myself from the guilt of silence. By the end of prom, the girls had sweat off the majority of their makeup and the boys were beginning to become uncomfortable in their tuxes. All eighteen of us crammed ourselves back into the limousine that would take us to the boat launch where we parked our cars for the night. It was refreshing to be able to unwind in the limo with the windows down to enjoy the cool air after the
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What was I supposed to say? I mentally debated keeping my mouth shut and going along with it as opposed to suffering the aftermath of this burden that had been weighing me down. Jahed watched me waiting for my answer, and in that moment a wave of anger washed over me. Jahed felt no guilt nor shame. The only person I was hurting by keeping what he has done silent, was …show more content…
It’s about Jahed.”
The incidents still come back to me as vividly as how they’d happened. I was in the highschool parking lot, standing outside my car with the backseat door open. I was putting my bag in the backseat when Jahed came up behind me. He grabbed me and starting touching me. When I turned around to see who it was, he pushed me down into the backseat. He got on top of me and continued to touch me. He got up quickly and walked away. It happened so fast, I had little idea of what was happening to me at the time.
The unwanted touching didn’t stop there, and I was afraid to speak up. This was supposed to be my friend. I was afraid to tell Tyler and Alicia. They were my friends too. I was at a loss. It was almost easier just to let it go then face the fact that I was being sexually harassed. But keeping silent was letting him get away with it.
On the bus coming back from the Metropolitan Museum of New York City, Jahed sat next to me. We were just about to pass under a tunnel when he leaned in and whispered to me.
“It’s gonna get dark soon.” I watched him smirk at the comment. I began to feel uneasy and he noticed the way my face had contorted
What was I supposed to say? I mentally debated keeping my mouth shut and going along with it as opposed to suffering the aftermath of this burden that had been weighing me down. Jahed watched me waiting for my answer, and in that moment a wave of anger washed over me. Jahed felt no guilt nor shame. The only person I was hurting by keeping what he has done silent, was …show more content…
It’s about Jahed.”
The incidents still come back to me as vividly as how they’d happened. I was in the highschool parking lot, standing outside my car with the backseat door open. I was putting my bag in the backseat when Jahed came up behind me. He grabbed me and starting touching me. When I turned around to see who it was, he pushed me down into the backseat. He got on top of me and continued to touch me. He got up quickly and walked away. It happened so fast, I had little idea of what was happening to me at the time.
The unwanted touching didn’t stop there, and I was afraid to speak up. This was supposed to be my friend. I was afraid to tell Tyler and Alicia. They were my friends too. I was at a loss. It was almost easier just to let it go then face the fact that I was being sexually harassed. But keeping silent was letting him get away with it.
On the bus coming back from the Metropolitan Museum of New York City, Jahed sat next to me. We were just about to pass under a tunnel when he leaned in and whispered to me.
“It’s gonna get dark soon.” I watched him smirk at the comment. I began to feel uneasy and he noticed the way my face had contorted