I read the title of this prompt, "Stories We Never Share," and immediately, my brain recalled what happened at my teenage age. That's some decades ago, but the memories are still very much fresh in my mind. An experience I never shared with anyone, even when I was supposed to disclose to my brother what transpired between me and his so-called trusted friend.
Permit me to call such friend a betrayal and a deceiver because that's whom he is, such a terrible guy. Obviously I have tried to hide this story from my family and loved ones simply because it's too painful, heartbreaking, and also too strange to explain.
Each time I felt like letting the cat out from the basket, my mouth felt so heavy to do so, but the most important thing is that I learned a life lesson from that experience, which has been a guide even in my adulthood stage.
Fortunately, God blessed me with some level of intelligence, and when it comes to physics, chemistry, and biology, I was super good at them those days during my secondary school days. So my brother had this friend who has a sister preparing for a senior secondary external exam. Then, I was done with mine, preparing for my admission into the university. So this my brother's friend came to our house and pleaded that I help his sister with extra classes so she can do well with her external exam...
I was so excited and willing to help out, not knowing that the guy had ulterior motives. One thing I did very well those days in my secondary level was gather friends and teach them math, physics, and other subjects they found difficult. I did it countless times with joy and without collecting kobo from anyone. People know me very well for that, and I felt fulfilled imparting knowledge on others.
Something I didn't think deeply about was that the guy pleaded that I come to their house to teach her sister instead of the sister coming to look for me. My innocent mind and sacrificial heart didn't bother to ask them to come look for me instead ; I drove our bike down to the guy's house that fateful evening. As I approached their house, he welcomed me, and I noticed that he was alone at home. I requested his sister immediately, and he said I should come inside first so he could give me kola. I reluctantly enter inside, and this guy served me with a full grilled chicken with chilled malt.
I was already feeling tense seeing such things; he called "kola."I wasn't settled; I told him I wasn't interested in the kola, but rather, he should call her sister so we can start. Before I could say a jack, he locked the door, brought out a condom, and asked if I knew what it was. I said no. Sincerely, it was my first time seeing a condom in my life. I asked him what it was, and he explained; I screamed and started dying silently.
Within the next few seconds, this guy came closer to me to rape me, held me so tight that I was super tense. But suddenly, a strange power entered me, and something whispered to me to hit the guy in between his laps(his private part). I never heard by then that it was risky, but I did it, and he fell down and screamed in pain!. I used the opportunity to unlock the door and ran away, breathing so fast.
I came home speechless, reflecting on how I escaped such an evil act he planned against me. Three days later, he called me to explain that I injured him seriously and advised that I stay away from hitting a man in such a part of his body. Well, glad he didn't die, but good enough. I believe he learned a lesson never to take advantage of a woman because he feels he can.
The experience was an eye-opener to always do things with an opposite sex in an open place to avoid such a similar experience ever again.
