Conquered the unconquered

My mother used to say that adults should be respected and whatever they say I write. I did not know that I was standing up for myself I just knew that, what that man was doing to me is wrong and I hard to stop him one way or another. I liked this teacher of ours who used to come at home to tutor us. At six years old I was a very good student, diligent always early waiting for him to come and give us homework. He was nice until when he started touching my private parts. He went on for a while, my mother was never around she was and still is a business woman. One day I told her what was happening in a very indirect manner but she brushed it off thinking I am too young I do not know what I was saying. I remember this nice light blue jump suit that I wore every evening from school. This teacher used to put his fingers inside me and threatening me and saying how cool I looked in my jumpsuit.

“If you tell your mother or other students I will kill you” he told me

I was so scared because he used to come with a knife. One day he came as usual early enough because I was always the first one. This day he went on to touch me as usual, I bit him so hard that he started bleeding, he wore a watch on his wrist, as he was removing his hand he broke my tooth. He was in so much pain that his eyes were teary.

“I will kill you” he shouted

I ran outside people, came and asked what happened to him, this stupid molester said that he cut his own wrist by mistake, it got me scared and that’s the reason I ran outside. People started questioning me but I couldn’t say what was had happened, I was so scared and tears were just rolling down my cheeks. This is the first time of my life to share this with you guys. I am now 26 years and I am glad I stopped him; he never came back to our neighborhood after that incident.

Kelsie