Chapter 2: No "I'm Sorry"
It's not easy for a high school student like me who doesn't know anything to find a job to support himself. Fortunately, there was a family that urgently needed a babysitter, so I was allowed to go.
It was a very ordinary family, and I called the hostess: Sister Juan. She has a big belly and always loves to sleep. She is very easy-going and often asks me to accompany her for walks and chats. She was also very nice to me and never picked on the chores I did. The male owner of the house usually only comes back at night, sometimes in the middle of the night. He didn't talk to me much, he just asked me to call him: Brother Chen.
That afternoon, I was alone in the kitchen peeling edamame. Brother Chen came back suddenly, and he saw that Sister Feng was sleeping, so he sat on the sofa and read the newspaper.
"Pour me a glass of water."
"Okay." I handed a cup of warm water and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
"Make a cup of tea."
"Where's the tea?"
"I'll take you to get it." Brother Chen took me to the small storage room. He took a box of tea from the cabinet above. When he handed it to me, his hand seemed to touch mine on purpose.
After making the tea, I brought it to the coffee table. The floor under the coffee table was littered with the soot he had flicked off.
"Let's wipe it off." Brother Chen said while reading the newspaper.
I took a rag and squatted on the ground and wiped it up. When I got up, I saw him staring at me. I panicked and hid in my room. It wasn't until I heard Sister Juan's voice that it came out.
Since then, I have become more and more afraid of being alone with Brother Chen, and he has come back more and more often. When he was there, there was always housework for me to do. Let me wash his shirt; Let me shine his shoes; Let me help him find all sorts of things...... When I was doing things, he would always "accidentally" bump into me. I grew terrified, disgusted, disgusted with him......
That night, I felt like someone had opened my door with a key, and I woke up in a daze. At that moment, a large hand covered my mouth, and then a body pressed down heavily. No matter how much I beat him or catch him, I have no intention of stopping. In desperation, I broke the glass on the bedside table with a wave of my hand.
There was a deafening bang, the man stopped, and I ran out of the house.
I dragged my limp legs and walked through the middle of the night when there were few people. I walked along to the 6 stop sign to my cousin's house. By the time I arrived, the night was not so deep. My cousin opened the door and saw me like that, and she was terrified. I lay down on my cousin, who came to help me. After calming down, I told you all about what had just happened.
"That's too bullying! Let's call the police! ”
"Sister Juan is about to give birth, so I'm afraid of her."
"At this time, you are still thinking about others, you talk about you stupid girl! There's no one out there, you're lucky to have run out today. After this, who will see you honestly and good-looking, and beat you for bad subjects? If you are so smart in school, you can't do anything when you encounter something! He usually has small movements, you just scold him, if he can't tell his wife, if he doesn't work, he won't do it! "My cousin blamed me in distress.
"I was thinking that after a few days and a month, I would find another job."
"No, I'm going to send you home. I'm going to talk to your parents. How can you not go to such a good university and come out to be a nanny! ”
My cousin mentioned going to school, and I couldn't be strong anymore. Tears poured out of my eyes like a flood that had drained the embankment. Washing away all the grievances that have been stuffing into my heart these days!
The next morning, my cousin insisted on taking me to the house to ask for my salary. As soon as the door opened, Sister Juan took out my gift bag, handed me an envelope with money, and slammed the door shut. Seeing this, my cousin slammed the door and scolded. I really didn't want to stay there for a second longer, so I pulled my cousin away.
Why did Sister Juan treat me like that, shouldn't she say, "I'm sorry"?