The following account is the continuation of an incident that happened to me when I was sixteen years old. It's one hundred percent real.

After what happened to me in that living room, with my friend's father, I had many conflicting emotions: fear, frustration, and anger towards him and also towards myself; I kept thinking about what had occurred, Why did I let it happen?, Why did I freeze? , while that man raped me orally. The days that followed didn't get any better, fortunately, the December vacations were approaching and I would use that time to rest from everything, especially from what had happened to me. As for my group of friends, they initially asked me what had happened to me, that I had become quiet and almost never hung out with them, I told them I had problems at home, and at home with my parents I told them I had a lot of work and that's why I was always studying and my mood change was due to that. My parents were always working and my sister never took an interest in my affairs, so at home they accepted my explanation and my friends didn't want to pry further, and they didn't ask me again, however, inside I was destroyed, the memory of what had happened never went away, it was intermittent and that did me a lot of harm. During the last week before the vacations, we were informed that we would have a chemistry workshop, this activity was mandatory, since otherwise they wouldn't give us the semester report card, it would be from 6:00 to 6:50 in the evening, which was something complicated for me and all the other students since the school was surrounded by empty lots and when it started to get dark it was a bit frightening, since it was practically deserted. The workshop was attended by the entire class, also José Luis, who since his father had done what he did to me, I stopped talking to him and distanced myself from him. The last week of school was a nightmare, in the morning regular classes, end of a semester and in the afternoon-night, the mandatory chemistry workshop, the teacher who gave that workshop was the most nefarious, intransigent and odious person I ever met in my student days, not only did he fill us with exercises that he never explained, but he also didn't let us leave if we didn't finish the work, that is, the class ended at 6:50, but there were days when we left until eight at night. All that stress helped me a bit to forget, nevertheless, everything was about to change.

The last Thursday of that week, I already knew all my grades for the other subjects, I only needed the damned workshop, so I decided that I wasn't going to follow the rules anymore, I was mentally tired, I attended the workshop and at 6:50, which was the time we were supposed to leave, I threw my backpack out the window and asked the teacher for permission to go to the bathroom, he told me yes, directed me to the door, I went down the stairs, went where my backpack was, picked it up and left, I felt a slight joy for the first tim...