Highschool Crisis

Chapter Thirteen

Anne's POV

As soon as I saw his face, I started panicking. Mr Edoardo. The man who gave me a life long trauma. He created a disaster with me that I couldn't ever get out from.

I was happy here in this school, the people here are friendly, mostly my backseat partner Alex. He's very friendly, nice and cute. His stutter always makes him looks cuter. I was ok the way I was. But it seems like fate never wants me to be happy.

I ran out of the class seeing him, and Clara followed me from behind.

I sat outside far away from the classroom, shivering and crying. Clara came from behind hugging me and patting my back slowly.

I tried calming down but the tears kept flowing uncontrollably. I still remember six years when I was eleven years old. Mr Edoardo was the private home tutor my mom hired since I wasn't that good in math.

Until one day, he tried touching me inappropriately telling me not to tell my mom. And innocent me agreed to every touch. He continued with it and one day, he asked me to touch him back on his private part. I said no and he slapped me and took his belt out hitting me badly.

I got scared, I was frightened and broken. Luckily,I saw a lamp by the chair side and I threw it at him. Using that opportunity, I ran outside and hid myself where he wouldn't see me. My mom went to work and usually doesn't come back till around 6pm.

In the next 2hours, I saw Clara and her mom coming towards my home and I quickly ran towards them, telling them everything that happened, the saw the slap marks on my cheeks and the wounds that came from the belt.

Both Clara and her mom know my home tutor. Later on, my mom came back and seeing me all broken, she regretted ever leaving me and since then, she never let me have any private tutor.

My mom and Aunt Amy, Clara's mom wanted to arrest him, but there was no trace of him. It was like he never existed and that was scary.

He was roaming out there freely and I was here being all frightened and scared.

And now, he's here at Vincenza, as a math teacher. Why the hell is my life like this? I was finally able to forget those incidents but now they're replaying itself again in my head making my trauma return again.

"Are you ok?" Clara asked me

"I am Clara thank you" I answered her wiping my tears".

"We need to report him to the police" Clara said.

"With what proof Clara?" I asked looking at her

"You're right we need proof, but we can't just sit back and watch your molester and beater teach us math" Clara said angrily.

He might do it again.

"Don't worry Clara, I am not that naive eleven year old anymore. I'm not stupid." I said

It's not about naivety Anne, he's a man, A man. He's surely stronger than you. At least tell your mom Anne. Clara said.

No no, if I tell her, out of fear she will not allow me come to school anymore. I told her.

Oh Lord Anne!. Just be careful, I'm with you ok? Clara assured me.

Thanks Clara. You're the best. I said.

I'm going to be strong, I have to be.