it's been three months since she left the MELISSA's home in country B, she had not gotten her life together yet, but leaving was a good start, since the salary wasn't worth the stress and suffering she had to go through. she went back to her family, they are not wealthy but doing okay for the time being JAEL'S POV i barely slept, thinking about what Dahis told me all through the night. why now? could it possibly be true? I questioned myself, It felt surreal finally finding out he was the one sending those letters, and since I did not reply he decided to put a call through. strange, but I felt good in a way, at least someone is attracted to me, I knew damn well that am beautiful, sexy and everything but hearing Dahis say all that to me was such a confidence booster, even when I know fully well that we couldn't be together. I have always appreciated the fact that he constantly checks on me, he was the only one that reached out to me after I left country B, did he do all that just to get me to accept his proposal? I asked myself, guess am actually an overthinker afterall. I needed to get my mind off the whole issue so I got into the washroom to freshen up******** *****+ JAEL'S POV I arrived at the factory on time today*phew* I saw the looks of surprise on their faces they're probably shocked I came early *lol* I wish today go by fast I need to communicate with Dahis tonight again, that's all I could think of. ***** thankfully the day went by smoothly, colleague Vaughn took too long signing out, I couldn't wait for him, so I decided to head home myself. ***** I felt someone following me, but I didn't think much of it since other people can follow same route as me, but I got scared when the footsteps became faster like the person was trying to keep up, and then he pinned me down my sobs get louder as he keeps stroking the area between my thigh. He grips my panties so harshly that it hurts, he almost rip it apart. "Leave her!" a voice so loud suddenly switching our attention toward the entrance of the alley. "You f*****g bastard," There stands in the same alley is Vaughn, looking like he can kill someone. Tears brimming my vision, I stare at Vaughn storming in our direction. I can't believe that someone actually comes to save me. The sick, perverted psychopath abruptly lets go of me, pushing me to the wall. He wastes no time to run off, leaving me here with mouth agape, shaking on the ground. "Don't you dare, you asshole." Vaughn is ready to run after him, but when he sees the state that I'm in, he stops dead in his track. He freezes. I can see that he's shocked by how I look. My head pulses with sharp pain, and I wince, touching my forehead. Then I find blood on my palm. My forehead is apparently bleeding from the smack against the brick wall. "Jesus, Mel --" he rasps before his jaw tightens, and I can even see his eyes burning with rage before he snaps his head back toward the bastard running away. "No," I cry out, stopping him before he can move further to catch the bastard. "D-don't leave me," I stutter. I can barely speak after what happened. I don't want to be left alone in this dark alley. Definitely not now while I'm trembling in fear. At first, I think that he will just ignore me and run after the man, because the look on his face shows me how bad he wants to kill the person who tried to rape me. But then his eyes soften as he looks at me. I look down at the ground, another sob breaking as I hug my arms around my shoulder. Vaughn bends down to me but doesn't say anything. He doesn't even ask me whether I'm okay or not because he knows damn well that I'm not.He reaches out to touch me, but I snap his hand away. "No!" I cry, startled by my own move.I can't let anybody touch my body. The feeling of the rapist's touch is still fresh on my skin, in my mind. "H-how did you know I was here?" I ask, still stuttering. "I saw you leaving Vaughn says. "I was just coming out from the locker room when I saw you walking away. I thought you didn't bring your car, because I didn't find you again in the parking lot. I was about to get you when I spotted you walking to the bus stop. But then after I shifted my focus back on the road for a split second, you were gone." Oh, God. What would have happened if Vaughn hadn't come here? The thought of it makes me shiver, and my sobs break again.  Vaughn drives me home in his car, and when we reach the house, he guides me slowly to my room -- even though he can barely touch me because I'm still traumatized. And he acts as if his touch would break me. My arms still wrapped around my shoulder, I try my best not to collapse. "I need to clean myself up," I say, wanting to get rid of whatever is left from the bastard's touch on my body. I can even take a bath seven times if that can make it all go away. As for the clothes I'm wearing, I will just trash it. "Okay, I'm going to call the cops," Vaughn says. I can still hear the anger in his voice. I just nod