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 This is The story, of my Dearest friend

Her story-

This is so akward, I've never really been in a situation like this before. Nothing ever came close to what happened tonight.

Today I had intentions of walking to the gym and back. It was later in the day
since Bellydancing classes didn't start until five thirty. I arrived there, my eyes
on the clock nearly the entire time, only to find out the classes had been cancelled. On my way there I walked by a strange man, which I didn't give much thought to when seeing him. He looked as if he had obviously engaged in some yardwork outside, even though his yard was inside, and he stood with his hand leaning on the other side of the fence post, with his shirt off. I didn't see him until the very end when he popped out in my sight. I gave a quick glare of confusion, but had no choice to reply, "Hi" when he shot the same word in my direction.

I was late. No time to talk with strangers, I thought. Why would I stop to talk anyway? I walked hastily by him paying close attention to the pathway in front of me. On my way home returning, as I listened to my ipod, I heard a small, but alertive chyme. A bycicle? I thought, as I turned my head around and sure enough, saw one heading towards my way. I immediately shifted myself towards the grassy soil, and let the man get through. I observed him as he speeded past me. He was an older man, perhaps in his fifties, generous for sure. He smiled with a breif apology. I smiled back.
"It's okay," I shouted.

It was not all okay. The last sound I heard before all the noises around me were drowned beneath the music was a second chyme. Another person on the pathway, perhaps? Indeed it was. But, not only was it just another person, it was a man - the same man as before. As I walked towards him, I shot glances at him freewillingingly, thinking there would be no consequences for it. To the best of my luck, I was wrong. His voice almost startled me. I was looking straight at him, never thinking he would actually say a word, so it must have took me by surprise when he did.

"It's a beautiful day out today". He said loudly. I knew it was to catch my attention. I was nervous as I wondered what I might have started. I simply nodded, "Mhm..m", not knowing any other words to say. He had an accent. A spanish accent. I understood him pretty well, so that's not what made me lose much memory of our conversation. It's my fear and anxiety that was messing me up. He told me that I looked much like his neighbor's daughter Cassie.

 He kept talking about her, how she was like my twin. Same hair, same face, same age. It scared me how he insisted to link me with this neighbor of his. He told me how she would sometimes be at her mother's house. I am guessing their parents are divorced. He told me about her two sisters, one was sixteen, one was twelve. They all look eighteen to me. I look eighteen to him, too.

You know how I know this? In the middle of the conversation he said, "I have a picture of Cassie, would you like to see her?" Umm...I'm not going to lie. I was curious. So many people say they've seen girls who look exactly like me, and never once have I actually seen proof of it. "Sure" I said, with possible regrets echoing in my brain. He turned around and opened the latch on the fence gate. Slightly, he adjusted it so that there was enough space for him to enter.

 As he did so, he motioned me to come as well. Fuck, no. "No, that's okay, I'll wait out here." He asked a second time but my answer remained the same. I was lucky I didn't have to put up a fight. He dissapeared behind the black vehicle as he saught out to collect the photographs. I assured myself of my uneasiness as I waited impatiently at the gate. I thought to myself, Should I make a run for it? Will he see me? Many thoughts raced as my head as I awaited the man to return with something in his hands, perhaps a gun, or a knife, or something totally unexpected. I eyed the road, and the sidewalk.

 I searched for a sign of any person, walking nearby, or any cars, stopped slow enough to be a witness or a cry for help in case of peril. Slowly I noticed a shadow approaching behind the black automobile. That must be him, I thought. As his shadow converted into his acutal flesh while coming closer, I watched closely at his hands. No gun, No gun? I prayed desperatley. I was almost completely relieved when I saw him opening the gate once again with only a few paper slips clentched in between his fingers. I noticed I would have to sacrifice another minuite or two with this man, so I calmed my inner nerves. He showed me the pictures, one by one. Not only was it photographs of the girl, there were photos that included her sisters as well. Poor girls. Having this creep for a neighbor must be hard for them.

 I felt sorry for the three girls. They seemed innocent and humble, all the while captive of this disturbed, petophile. I simply nodded and agreed there were similarities, her and I. I would do anything to end to the conversation itself. After viewing the pictures, he took them back in his hands and realized I was prepared to set off in my own direction. I was going to offer him my hand in a handshake to bid my (hopefully) final farewell but he beat me to it, and forced a hug on me as well. He sqeezed me tight, and pressed me hard against his bare chest.

 Not only did it feel wrong, it felt gross. His tan back was sweaty from the time in the sun and partially covered with dirt (I could feel it). Anything to get this over with, I comforted myself. I thought that would be the end, but he pulled a few last words from me as I was ready to walk away. He asked me if I would be there again tommorrow. I kind of told him at the beggining that I go to the gym alot, and I was walking back. So..no use lying, right? "Yeah, at three" I mumbled. I should have lied... But I didn't want him catching me. At the end he forced another sweaty hug on me again. This time he squeezed even harder. Bastard. Is that one gonna last you 'till tommorrow?

 He had been trying to touch me the entire time, telling me how beutiful I was. I muscled a fake smile as I turned and walked away. People were on the sidewalk now walking towards me and the tension shooting from my eyes at them was just too hard to believe. I wanted to say something. I wanted to scream to them that I had almost been raped. I wanted to signal them to call the police and to report I'd been hassled by a petophile. I wanted to, but I just couldnt. The man wasn't far behind. Anything I could have said would have been heard by him.

 My screams and cries for help all echoed loudly inside me, not a sound escaping from my lips. I felt scarred as I imagined that nameless man, watching me as I walked away, possibly eyeing at the skin of my legs, the shape of my ass, and the woven pattern of my hair. After I was sure I was out of his sight, I felt like running. Running away as if I was being chased. Running away as if I had just escaped death by the skin on my teeth. But the grimmace in my face didn't cease.

 It claimed itself as my facial expression throughout the entire panicing walk home. I couldn't help but replay in my mind all that had happened less than fifteen minuites ago. Too much had happened too soon. I was still trying hard to believe my ears, my eyes, my self.
But it seemed hard to do. As I approached my street I worried deeply if my parents would come to know of the situation. I didn't want to lose the privelege of walking to the gym, because I knew if I told them I had been in danger, they would not let me walk anymore. But if I keep it a secret, and later they find out somehow, I don't want to be responsible for not telling them earlier.

 I cant keep something so severe from them, I decided. It would hurt, but it was the right thing to do. Sure enough, all I gained was lectures and arguments when I told them of the incedent. Now, as you would have guessed, I am prohibited from walking to the gym. I don't know what I will do now. Its the best form of excersize I get. Instead, I am diminished to the supervision of my father. But I can't say for sure I would be better off risking myself to seeing that man again. I can, however, say that now, whenever I pass by that house again, a memory will haunt me. A memory of what could have been, the end of me altogeather.

This is the true story, of my friend who chooses to hide her identitiy. She was very lucky to escape him... This happened a few days ago