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As if with previous story I still not sure if it was assault or not, but here we go…It happened around two years ago, I was in a senior year of high school and was coming back from my tutor. It was around 5-6pm, yet it wasn’t dark and I decided to go on foot (my mother always asked me not to it after 4pm, because at 5pm workday ends and she was afraid that some creep can do something to me)I was in headphones, needed to walk three more blocks to reach my house, it’s about 5 minutes, when he grabbed my shoulder and dragged me around the corner. He took away my headphones and asked if he can call a friend from my phone. Don’t know what I was thinking, but I allowed. He took my phone and after that started stroking my shoulder, my hand, my fingers, then he moved his hand to my back stroking it from shoulder blades to the small simultaneously telling me how cute and beautiful I am, how he loves my eyes, how my lips look so cute and pink. I was just standing there, telling him ‘thank you’ and waiting him to give me back my phone. He also stroked my hair, telling me he loves girls with long hair, that my color suits me (I used to have bery long hair and I loved them very much, but after that I started to think about cutting them and ended up actually doing it. Don’t know if it somehow connected, but it felt so right at that time)Then he leaned down, smelling like alcohol and cheap cigarettes, and asked me if I want to kiss. My quiet ‘no’ was not really an option for him and I don’t remember if he kissed me or not, but I remember what he said after I refused “c’mon, stop playing shy, I know how to” and something about “I will teach you so boys will love it later”. I think in the second he refered to me, telling him that I was a minor (I hoped it could help me to get rid of him, but he just laughed at me)I lived in quiet area of our town and there was almost no cars, schoolers or young people: just grannies, so nobody could actually notice what was going on. I still remember how I pleaded in my head for my mother to come from work sooner and help me, because ai knew she was using the same path I was. And my thought that I gonna walk towards my uncle’s house if this creep insists on walking me home, so my uncle will help meI don’t remember how he let me go, but I still have his account in social networks, he forced me to ‘befriend’ him. Don’t know why I didn’t delete it then and why I still keep it
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