I was on my way to the mall to meet up with a couple of school friends. I couldnt find a taxi... Luckily(or so i thought) a person stops his car for me and offers a ride. The mall was a mere 30 minute walk or a 5 minute car ride, so i didnt feel insecure about it. As a guy, i thought "im 18, i dont think it should be a problem if someone offers me a ride".
So i sat in the car... and we conversed.. unfortunately... there was a bit of traffic and the ride extended to a 15 minute ride. I realised the person that offered me a ride, introduced himself with a religious status before his name. I was impressed... for the moment.. a few minutes into the conversation i realised he was extremely touchy... he wouldnt let go of my hand.. i was feeling very uncomfortable..but i tried to conceal it thinking id offend him. he was a persian man in his late 40s as far as i could tell.
He reached out and felt my chest, and asked me if i worked out. he seemed quite happy when i told him that i did. he immediatly put his arm into my shirt for an even better feel. though it was only for a few seconds i felt quite uncofortable, especially since he squeezed my nipples.... He kept grabbing my hand and insisting on making me massage the areas near his crotch. This is when i felt extremely uneasy... i was nervous, unsure..scared... as a passive person i find it hard to get angry so fast.. i just kept my hands to myself and sat there quietly
Before i knew it he was kissing me on my cheek... and licking me down my neck... then he started feeling me all over.. As a straight guy, its extremely weird to be in a situation like this. when his lips touched mine and his hand touched my crotch, i lost it.. i was using words and light shoves to tell him to stop up until this point.. but it was ignored.... in desperation i used my cell phone and slammed it onto the side of his face... then immediatly i freaked and lost control of myself.. i slammed my fists against his face and made him bleed.... I escaped the car and ran to the mall to meet up with my friends... i didnt breath a word about this to any of my friends... and i just continued my day..
Every night..this thought haunts me... why didnt i act earlier? why didnt i report him to the police?...sometimes guilt.. Did you have to hit him, he was an old person..he may have suffered severe injuries? .... Im sorry.. it just makes me feel so bad..just thinking about it...the thoughts keep coming, they never leave my head..I feel so violated... and to some extent, i feel like im less of a man. Nothing tells me i did the right thing..