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