CHAPTER 87: GABZ AND CLEO GET RESCUED 2

I replied no, and he

slapped me across my face. My lip was busted. He told me that he just wanted to

draw me the way I did him. With trembling hands, I slid out of my clothes and

he instructed me to go sit on a stool. He used pink ribbons to put my long

curly hair into two ponytails. He went back to his desk and began to draw me. I

was crying and he would stroke his shaft while he drew my portrait. When he was

finished he showed me what he did.

I began to cry harder and then he touched my face

and caressed it, but suddenly his hand caught on fire. I didn't know what

happened, but his eyes went wild and he got spooked. He grabbed both drawings

and ran out of the building faster than Usain Bolt. I got dressed and walked

home. I told my aunt what happened and when we told the police they did an

investigation but apparently, there wasn't enough evidence to convict him. The

community thought I lied because I was mourning the death of my father. I

stopped drawing and the panic attacks began