Forbidden Mate

A Visitor

~Jasmine~

“Sir what are you doing?” I asked pulling my seat away from him.

Just then, he rose up from his chair and walked over to me.

His eyes filled with lust. My heart was pounding. Why was my faith so cruel? As if yesterday wasn't bad enough.

His hands stretched out for my thighs again, but I quickly rose up from my chair and walked to the door.

“Jasmine where are you going?” Principal Edwin asked, his tone now more furious than before.

“Sir, I'm sorry but I can't do this with you.” I said my voice cracking. Tears began to blur my vision.

Are all men so cruel?? Or am I just unlucky?

“Jasmine, if you walk through that door you can forget even coming back to this school. Because I will make your life a living hell!” He threatened, his voice raised.

I froze as his words reached my ears. What does he mean by that?

No!!!

I can't defy myself to my own principal.

I opened the door and dashed out of his office.

Once I stepped out of the school, I let the tears flow.

In less than two days, I've been almost r***d and abused twice.

Why me?

My heart sank in despair, as I walked away from school.

But even as I left the school, I had the same feeling I had last night…that I was being watched.

I glanced around me, but the street was fairly empty just passing vehicles mostly.

I can't do anything today, not in this state. It's best I just go home.

The morning came quite quickly for me. After I returned yesterday from school, I did a few chores and took a long and needed sleep.

But just then thoughts of yesterday just flashed in my head.

My own principal wanted to r**e me. It still felt like a nightmare, but unfortunately it wasn't.

After what happened, could I even show my face at school again?

And even Principal Edwin's threat to make my life a living hell.

Maybe he was exaggerating. Either way, I think this weekend came at the right time for me. I really just needed to stay at home and watch TV all day.

“Jasmine!!” Just then I heard Mom's loud calm from downstairs.

“Get down here. You have visitors.”

Visitors? I was a bit puzzled to hear I have visitors.

I never really had any friend beside Alice.

If it was Alice, Mom would have just let her in. So it wasn't her.

I dressed from my pyjamas before leaving my room.

Reaching the parlor, I was beyond shocked to see two men in police uniform standing at my door.

“Are you Jasmine Farouk?” One of them officers asked, his voice firm.

“Y-Yes.” I managed to answer.

“We'll need to take you to the station and ask you a few questions.”

“What? Me?” I couldn't believe my ears. Only culprits or suspects go to the station. But I haven't done anything to be considered a suspect.

For the past two days I've been the victim in fact.

“My daughter isn't going anywhere.” Mom stepped in front of me.

“You can't just come here and take my daughter into custody for no good reason.”

“M’am, there is reason.

A few hours ago, the Principal of Southgate School, was found dead in his office.

And your daughter according to most students was seen last going into his office.”

What?

I couldn't believe my ears. The principal was murdered!!

I froze for a moment. I couldn't make anything of this.

My principal is dead!!

“It's unfortunate what happened to him. But my daughter is not a murderer!”

Mom answered.

“Ma’am we aren't saying she is. But we just need to ask her a few questions at the station.”

“Mom it's okay. I didn't do it so I'll be fine.”

I reassured Mom before stepping infront of her. The officers escorted me to their car and then drove off.

*********

The station had a certain feeling about it. They were a lot of people present.

I would imagine most of them were here to bail someone out, or are here for questioning like me.

They took me to an inner room in the station. The do was dimly lit, only a flickering bulb hung above.

They set up a table in between two chairs. I took my seat and waited anxiously.

My heart was pounding intensely for some reason even though I was innocent.

After a while, a man in a brown tuxedo walked into the room.

And took a seat across me. “Good morning Jasmine.”

“Good morning.” I answered, trying very hard to be calm.

Perhaps my voice betrayed.

“Well.. I'll cut right into it. Yesterday at 4:43 pm, Princpal Edwin, was found dead in his office.

His injuries were almost similar to that of two day ago, when three men were also murdered.

So, if you don't mind me asking what did you go to do in his office last night?”

The man asked, my breath seized for a second.

What should I say? That he tried to r**e me?

No!

“Well he noticed my good results and just wanted to open my eyes to the opportunities awaiting me if I continue in my good grades.” I answered without a flinch.

“Okay, and how was he then?” the man asked.

“Well, he seemed fine to me. Although I don't see him so I can't really tell.”

After a few more questions were thrown at me. They dimmed me innocent to his murder and excused me to leave.

“Murderer!!” I heard a woman's voice as I was about leave the station.

I turned to see an enraged woman. Her piercing stare fixed on me.

“You murdered my husband.” she added. So, she's Principal Edwin's husband.

Does she know her husband was r****g students? I wanted to answer back at her for accusing me.

But I decided to simply ignore her.

But even as I walked away from the station, one of the words the inspector said stuck with me and left me thinking.

He said, the murder is quite similar as to that of the three men who also tried to r**e me.

So, means it could be someone doing this for me?

And if so why?