#15:
August 28, 2019
Once again, I found myself picking up my pen and notebook to write a memoir at this ungodly hour.
Since the night he tried to violate me while I was asleep, I did everything I could to avoid him. I did everything just so our paths wouldn't cross.
I don't know how to face him.
I don't know how to look at him in the eye.
I don't know how to act when he's around.
But yesterday afternoon, I saw him waiting for me after class dismissal. I wanted to pretend I hadn't seen him, but he immediately saw me.
He walked from his car to approach me with an innocent smile, making me feel sick inside. However, I schooled my expression before he could notice my indifference.
Justin got my bag and helped me carry my things. He then wrapped his arms around me to pull me close. Hi
