I hit him so hard that I felt bad for him afterward. Everyone around us gasped at my action, while the man I hit was moaning in pain. Out of fear that they might attack me altogether, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Luckily, I wasn’t followed by any of them, but I thought it would be in my best interest not to meet the guy I hit till I left the pack.
I so much hated being sexualized. Thinking back to how one of my mom's crazy husbands tried to use me to satisfy his s****l pleasure whenever she wasn't home made me shudder in disgust. All thanks to him, I became guarded against men, and I didn't appreciate it when they touched me or tried to talk to me sexually.
I thought my mom would stop getting married after she caught the guy the day he nearly had his way with me and chased h
