Sexy Bodyguard Jack
That Dark Story

2 Years ago...

At that time I was still sitting in High School, thanks to my father who always gave me motivation to learn, I grew up to be a diligent child. All my grades are good, and I am an outstanding student, although I do not always hold the 1st place in the class, but I have never been out of the top three. Therefore, my father really wanted me to continue my education to the university level. In order to make that dream come true, my father was working hard. He's saving more and more. Until one day, my father was working on an oil palm plantation that my uncle took care of, and when there was a shipment of oil palm out of the area, my father was invited by the uncle, while I was deposited in my aunt's house.

That's where the tragedy began. That night I woke up and was about to go to the bathroom, but when I came out of the room, I saw my aunt was with a man. It turned out that my aunt had an affair with the son of the oil palm plantation owner, a state servant, a police officer. The two of them were in my aunt's room, the door was open, and they were both already*-in contact.

I'm surprised I didn't play to see them both. Moreover, the man who was in a long state* it came straight to me. I wanted to run, but he managed to catch me, and then they both locked me in the barn. Dark once. There is no light. And then, while my aunt was looking for something to stuff my mouth with, my aunt's cheating man harassed me all the time in that dark room. He gripped my wrist, then pointed my hand at his already-deserved forbidden part*. I freaked. But for the first one I survived. My aunt came, my mouth was gagged and my hands were tied. I was locked up in a barn all night with no light at all. There was a rat, there was a cockroach, plus it was raining that night and the cliffs were leaking. The warehouse floor was wet and I was cold. Not knowing anything that bit me, whether it was mosquitoes, whether leeches or anything, I could do nothing to get those animals out of my body.

Then, at dawn, when my aunt went to the market for morning shopping, the man came again. With his lust and curiosity, he walked into the barn, about to rape me. It was a very dark day, no one heard my screams when my mouth was loose, then I was smothered, my clothes were torn, and I was almost touched if my father did not come to my aid.

But it's not luck. There was a fight between my father and that man. My dad was shot, right in the chest. I'm hysterical. Terrified. I want to scream but I can't. I tried to stand up, approached my father, I wanted to save him, but I couldn't do anything, my hands were still tied. Before he died, my father tried to hold me, but he was unable, he fell on my lap, still had time to smile and convey a message to me: he said I must be strong, and I must be happy. Then he died.

Until now I could never forget that incident. My father died in my lap. Drenched in blood with a bullet lodged in his heart. Along with his last breath, I fell unconscious.

When I regained consciousness, I was in the puskesmas bed with the police. He put a gun to my head.

That cop threatened me like that, freaking me out even more. But if he only threatened to kill me, maybe I would have revolted or asked to be shot dead right then and there. Don't bring anyone else, let alone drag my uncle.

As if not enough with it all, my fate grew worse, my father was buried when I came out of the puskesmas. Even more than that, my father is reported to have died because the police said that he had to shoot my father to protect himself in the fight. And worse, he slandered my father as a predator who wanted to rape his own biological child.

Wicked! That's a very heinous slander.

I really wanted to voice the truth, but I was under pressure, I was stressed. All around me there was always someone watching my movements, I was always being watched, and at the health center, my uncle was also under the supervision of the depraved police man. Bullets from their weapons are ready to nest in my uncle's head if I dare to speak a little. I'm powerless. They're very cruel.

"For God's sake, I hate cops so much. They're so depraved!"

And tonight my tears break again. The memory of that tragic event again undermined me from within.