I ignored his offer to give me a ride, and I panicked when he got out, only to buy me a box of chocolate that I refused.
He parked at the end of my road, and didn’t go away for an hour. “It turns me on to see you so scared.” Source: Source : When I was fifteen, I was groped on a bus. It was with a heart full of shame that I confided in a friend, only to be met with his anger and disappointment that I had not shouted at the molester at the time when it happened. My soft protests of being afraid and alone were drowned out as he berated my inaction.
To him, my passiveness and silence were the reasons why things like this continue to happen. When I was sixteen, I discovered that Facebook had a section of inbox messages named ‘others’, which contained those mails received from strangers, automatically stored as spam. Curious, I opened it to find numerous messages from men I had never seen before. I was propositioned, called sexy, asked for nudes, and insulted.
