Been wanting to write another story since my last post, but couldn’t quite decide what to write bout till now. Decided I’ll share this story that’s only been told to a handful of close friends, and possibly played a big part in shaping who I am so…here goes.
Content warning though: this contains abuse, so if you’re uncomfortable with it, I’m sorry! Also, this doesn’t belong here please let me know :)
We used to live in an apartment building back in my high school days, and there was this convenience store right there on the ground floor. Being a teenager, I tend to drop by after school every day to pick up snacks and/or energy drinks, as well as picking up whatever necessities the family needed. Before long, my family and I got to know the middle aged owners quite well.
I remember that one afternoon I popped by to pick up some sustenance, and was greeted chirpily by the male owner I’ll call K, from behind the counter. I was the only customer in there, so we had a quick small talk, which ended with him remarking that I “looked stressed from school”, and offered me a massage. That kind of weirded me out, so I politely declined and told him I’ll just pay and get back to my homework.