Chapter 2

Bambi's P.O.V

Not a day in the world, did I ever think that I would be this happy to get back inside this house. My heart and body were both still flustered from that encounter with the strange man. Who would have thought that I my body could conquer such a reaction, especially from a MAN! 

Quietly locking the living room’s front door, I hurriedly and meekly tiptoed to my room, which was located upstairs, closer to the attic. Actually it was an attic which was emptied to make a room for me, when I first arrived in this country. Making as little noise as possible, I got into my room not forgetting to lock it . I did not want last week’s incident to repeat itself. I did not want that man to ever set foot in my room again, even though I lived in his house. 

Finally getting the view of my room, I placed my bag on the dressing table, well what I called a ‘dressing table’ which was made up of a stool and mirror stashed up on the wall. I so badly wanted to jump on the bed and curl myself up in my blankets, but first things first, I had to check up if everything was still the same as I left it, especially my underwear cabinet. Opening up the drawer which was just a plastic container that I got online, I found my underwear neatly arranged just as I had left it but still, something was amiss. Heading straight towards the box under my bed where I placed my dirty underwear which were to be washed later and bingo! There was the evidence; a big white patch, which was still sticky and slimy, and very much fresh. He was here! Even though I had locked my room, he still got in. He had been getting bolder and bolder each day, and I wondered how much time I had before he finally made the move on me. Mr Evan, That creep! 

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MR EVAN THE CREEP

I really don’t know how it even started. I was still very much new to the country, desperately wanting to start a new life in a new environment. So, when I received the once in a lifetime scholarship to study in the UK, I readily jumped on the chance with no thought whatsoever, even though my mother was initially against it. I managed to woo and sway her heart, promising her that if I had any trouble or did not like it so far, I would go back home. And everything was good at first, everyone was welcoming. My school was located at the heart of UK and that is London. The problem was, my scholarship covered only my tuition and anything school related and food, but as for accommodation, you had to find your own. Housing in London was not CHEAP! I learnt that the hard way. The little cash that I had brought with me could only rent me a motel for two weeks and watching the little I had left quickly dwindle away, made me drag my ass off the couch and start apartment hunting, and it was not easy. Real estate here was not made to cater for the likes of me. So, imagine the conflict I went through, when I found the posting of the couple wanting a roommate to rent to, on Face book. On one hand, I liked my privacy and could not stand being close to any stranger for more than thirty minutes, and on the other hand, I did not have the financial ability to have that luxury of not staying close to strangers. So in the end, my bank account had the last say, and that is how I ended up living with Mr Evan Johnson the creep and his lovely wife Sarah whom I often wondered how she ended up with a man like him. 

Sarah Johnson was what you would call the ideal American woman, even though she lived in England. She had the blonde hair, blue eyes and a body to die for. Unlike her stereotypical features which would get her casted in Hollywood’s next big chic flique, she was a lovely woman. She made me feel at home, arranging my room before I arrived, even offering to show me around the city so that I could get familiar with my new home. She even made me supper for crying out loud, whenever I came back from school exhausted even though it was very much different from what I usually had back in my home country Kenya, it was still good. And these were the reasons why I was beyond shocked to find out she had a creep of a husband. 

Mr Evan was welcoming at first, very welcoming indeed. He is the one who made my bed actually, cracking jokes to loosen my tension, and I was grateful. He was a big warm cuddly bear, those were the vibes he gave me when I first got in their house. Being on the larger side of the scale, Mr Evan was very active, I had noticed with him always carrying the heavier stuff and him fixing the piping etc. He had red hair, which contrasted his round face and brown eyes. Aside from that he did not spot any facial hair just freckles which marked his entire face. If you hadn’t truly known him, you would think he was a warm innocent person. 

Everything was well during the first week, aside from minor couple arguments here and there between husband and wife. I didn’t suspect that I had a creep under me until the following week when I noticed that some of my panties, weren’t where I had left them, especially my dirty ones. I started getting confused as to whether I had mixed them up with the clean ones in my drawer which led me to rearrange my drawer again. Giving up, I decided to buy new ones only for them to disappear on me. That is when I decided to monitor and be aware of my surroundings , and it was then that I noticed his lingering gaze on my body, Moreso on my chest area and rear end. He would bluntly stare and lick his lips , when his wife was not looking and when he knew I caught him staring, instead of apologizing and looking away, like a normal descent human being; he looked me straight in the eye, smiled and made the gesture of groping his crotch. I was very scared, I felt unsafe and what made me want to get out of this house, was how he got up to kiss his wife in front of me, his wife who was watching tv, a reality show I did not know of, bid her goodnight, walk up to me and take out his pee pee stick and squeeze it, while making the face of satisfaction. I was disgusted, and terrified. But it did not end there. 

Whenever his wife wasn't home, I would sometimes find him laying on the couch BUTT NAKED his hand on his crotch, moaning my name and sometimes he would even have one of my panties on his crotch! I even started throwing away the ones I had found him using. He knew that those were the times I arrived at the house, he wanted me to see what he was doing. He had no shame. I began limiting the time I spent at that place, always making excuses about extracurricular activities I had going on whenever Sarah called me to question about my whereabouts and also finding myself some more homeworks, part time jobs and group activities to get out of that place. Hopefully, the two part time jobs I got would allow me the luxury of finding my own place sooner where I didn't have to worry about creepy roommates jumping me while I slept at night.

Just the previous week, I had forgotten to lock the door while showering. Freely washing my body, completely unaware of the unwanted company I had in my room. I walked out butt naked only to find this creepy man, fapping his pee stick with my underwear on it, and before,my hands could scramble to cover as much as possible, totally defenseless with nothing to cover my self, he groaned and no sooner he started shooting white stuff which landed on my chest and stomach. I was about to scream and I think he noticed that, because he hurriedly covered my mouth with his thick chubby arms which stank of his sticky stuff and he had the audacity of threatening to kill me!