Jodian Pantry: I was bruised. Principal to my rescue, My mother almost lost me (Story of my Life Continues Part 4)
No i was not raped, but it would have happen. My knees got weak, i threw blows at my stalker, the TURF watchers were still around, his right hand made way beneath my uniform and i begged him, leave me alone, stop, i felt a sharp sting against my thighs, i knew his finger nails had scratched me badly, because i could feel the sting and burns between my legs. It must have been God because suddenly i heard a voice on the front said Principal, Principal a come DAWG, and the feet scurried in different directions, and that was how i was released from the cage, i limped and cried hurrying to catch the principal, i was weeping. Whats wrong with you? The principal with a shocked expression asked, i couldn't answer immediately, because by this i was fighting to catch my breath from that long crying breath i was trying to take.
I lift my uniform skirt and showed my Principal my thighs, he asked again, what happen, come here, he held my hands. I had approximately 8 deep cuts into my skin from the finger nail scratches, that was enough proof. At one point i thought the Principal was actually going to cry. After i told him the guy ALIAS name, as i did not even know his full name, he ran after the guy. What form you in, not waiting for an answer, look here go in my office nuh, are you mad!!, a matter of a fact, call yuh parents. Its not all clear right now what was said after that to address this sick happening, however he was expelled the same day. I was not spared by none of this guy acquaintances, i was hated again, because now, i was the wicked girl who told a lie on their friend causing him to get expelled, i was very scared, i started thinking what if on my way home, this guy relatives plans a kidnap, what if they kill me i thought. Many of his friends in his circle never believed me, although they were the TURF security, according to them, i was right at nurse door, they were there too, saw nothing, heard nothing.
That day from the sound of things, you all can use one word to describe how i must have felt that day, whatever your choice of words are is exactly how i felt, and oooooh it was more than bad.
And as if i
never endured enough, my usual walks i did from school gate onto Anderson drive that day too a UTurn on me that day clearly, because i could not have been on the same avenue. As i took weak frail limping steps up the avenue, i feel something hard hit me in the back, it was so painful, then another to my face and another that missed. I had eggs allllll over me, and you already know the smell of eggs, smh. A school bus transporting some Garvey High students, to my surprise was where the eggs were thrown from.
"Dutty Gyal Jodian Pantry, yuh caaah sing!!" then another voice, "Eeeee hee, yuh tuff like" both heads of the females forced through the window of a packed to the brim bus, as the bus soon went out of sight.
I have had enough!! i cried and cried, i couldn't take the bus with smashed eggs all over me, it took some time. I had to meet my cousin Bassie that day too, as he was assisting mom with some commission for me to not drop out of school that week. My cousin threw his arm around my neck and he escorted me to get a bus home. It was a bit late too. I never stepped into my home properly, as i entered the house my mother said in a stern tone, what time yuh school over? and she grabbed me by the collar and started flogging me, as she strike again and again, she spoke with each strike. Mi....... Nuh.........send..... yuh.......guh.........schoool.......go.....learn, yes mommy i replied, please note i was abused that day at school, i was still aching from the thigh bruises, and the left cheek red from egg slap, and the egg slap in my back also. I was dead!!!, flogging still going on my mother said, who an yuh a hug up walk inna May Pen town, yuh think me nuh get di call, eeeh, who yuh did a walk wid an hug up, inna yuh uniform, i screamed with my hands stretched out towards her in the same stance one would be when praising GOD, i was trembling badly, my body could not take anymore inflictions, my skin was bruised and bleeding, and so was my bottom lip from the strikes coming from the belt, and i said mommy a BASSIE!!! a bassie mommy an him gi me di money fi give yuh.
My mom dropped the BELT...........................................................
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