EV!L DRIVER M0LESTED HIS BOSS’ DAUGHTER EACH TIME NO ONE WAS AT HOME… AND THIS HAPPENED…

Episode 5

Written by Laundry Guy

And the school bus.. she said I have my personal car, so why school bus?” I tried to make her see reasons but she won’t accept.


Monday came and mom started work eventually…
And Raymond also.

He took me to school. Without us saying a word to each other.
In the afternoon he came to pick me up and he…

Said the unimaginable.

“It’s so interesting that your parents don’t even listens to you, let’s see who’s going to have the last laugh.” He said evilly. Written by Grace ochiba

“You can’t do anything, and don’t think that I don’t know you shoot aunt Julia and put her in a critical condition.” I replied.

” Before you can say it out, I’ve already r@pe you to deæth. ” He threatened.

I kept shut…
He drove for a couple of minutes
“Are we not supposed to be home? You just passed the junction.” I asked

“You don’t tell me what to do.” He uttered and keeps driving past the bus stop.

I brought out my phone.
And put a call through to my Mom.

After serval attempts she finally picked up the call.

“Have’nt I told you not to call me when am at work?” She asked immediately not even listening to what I have to say.

Tēars slide down my eyes,

“When will you wvsd listen to me mother? What have I done wrong to you? Is my fault thay God gave me to you and dad. You always care for you own well-being and not mine. Did you even know why I called you in the first place?” I cried. Written by Grace ochiba

“Look Chizzy if you don’t have works to do I have, you don’t go about calling me in the middle of an important conference and you expect me to clap and applaud you.” She said.

“You are no more baby, you’re fifteen you should be able to sort yourself out now, excuse me.” She said and end the call.

I bit my lips and bling my eyes repeatedly trying so hard to hold myself from crying out loud .

“Maybe they’re not my real parents, maybe I was adopted.” I thought in tears.

“I can see, She didn’t give you a listening ears huh? So sorry don’t cry, that’s why am here for you now, in a situation like this all you need is someone thAt can give you a good hot s*x that will totally make you forget about your irresponsible family.” He said smirking as he

kept driving past all the familiar places I know until he diverted from the major higher into a tiny line that led to some lonely neighborhood.

He drove to that same building he brought me the other day and asked me to get down.

I never wanted coming down, but he showed me a gu*n in his inner pocket

“If I were you, I’ll better obey. ” Hd smirk.

I swallowed nervously as I got down nothing in particular, as I climb down from the car.

“Good girl now, hurry inside.” He uttered.

I just walked in d*jectedly.

He stretched his hands and open the door for me, while I got inside.

He got inside and shut the door behind us, bolting the door.

He went to seat on the only couch in the room,

He pulled down his tr0usa revealing his boxers, with his erected gbola

I stood still not knowing, what to do.

“Now, str>p off. ” His husky voice rang.
But I stood still..

Thinking of how to escape.

“Did’nt you hear what I said? Or you need me to come do it myself? ” He questioned.

I reluctantly zip down my school skirt revealing my inner tights, and began unbuttoning my buttons to the shirt.

“Pleasw lat me go, I beg you please.,” I bursted into c*y.

But he only smiled.

“Why did you want to ru!n my life? What have I done wrong to you? ” I cried the more.

“Dont let me come over there or you going to have it h0t from me.” He said.

I fished unbuttoning my shirt, and pulled it off revealing my white inner singlet and my small half cut br@.

“Now pull everything off.. and be snappy about it. ”

I pulled off my singlet and put it down and my black half cut. paving way for my two developing bwess.

He pointed to the tights.

“Pull those off also. ”

I did as instructed. I was now standing n@ked. Feeling extremely shy, this is going to be my first time of str*pping off in front of a guy.

He nodded and stood up, walked over to me.

I used my hands to cover my little bwess as he approached.

He pulled off his dress and began walking towards me.

He then, pulled me towards him I could feel his warm temperature on my body.my heart get beating so fast.

“You have to calm down ok, just let me and am going to make you love the fun.” He whisper into my ears.

He took my bwê$$ in his plam and began playing with.

I shudder in fr!ght

I know I have to do something, I need to get away from him.
He’s evil, but what exactly can I do?

He pinned me to the wall and began süç king my n! pples hungrily. Lost in the act I used my eyes to search for anything. Just anything at all. And just beside me on the wall I saw a long 6 inch nail nailed to the wall. Gently I reach out for it and began pulling it out. Written by Grace ochiba.

Episode 6

Written by Laundry Guy

took my bwê$$ in his plam and began playing with.

I shudder in fr!ght

I know I have to do something, I need to get away from him.
He’s evil, but what exactly can I do?

He pinned me to the wall and began süç king my n! pples hungrily. Lost in the act I used my eyes to search for anything. Just anything at all. And just beside me on the wall I saw a long 6 inch nail nailed to the wall. Gently I reach out for it and began pulling it out. Written by Grace ochiba.

***”
I kept struggling with it and finally dragged it out of the hole. Without thinking twice, I used it to j@b him—hard—on the side of his neck.

He let out a painful groan and staggered backward, holding his neck. Bl0d trickled from the spot where the nail had pierced him.

I didn’t wait. I didn’t look back.

I bolted. I picked up my school uniform from the floor
And ran to the door unblot it.

I wore my skirt and shirt hurriedly.

And began running

My legs carried me through the narrow passageway, my heart pounding like a drum, my chest heaving with fear. I didn’t know where I was running to—I just knew I had to escape before he recovered.

Behind me, I heard a crash. He had fallen or knocked something over.

Then silence.

Terrifying silence.

I didn’t stop running. Not even when my legs screamed for rest. Not even when my eyes blurred with tears.

“Chizzy!!” his voice roared from behind me, deep and angry, filled with wounded pride. “YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!!!”

But I didn’t look back.

I was already out the door. Into the night. Into freedom.

Or so I thought…

Because just as I turned into the main street—

A pair of headlights flashed on from behind me.

A car was after me…

And the door swung open.

“Get in!” the voice ordered.

I froze.

It was him.

But I kept running… screaming, calling out to passers-by to come to my rescue.

As people began to gather around me, he quickly jumped into the car and drove off at full speed.

The concerned strangers rushed to me, asking what had happened. I told them everything—how Ray had been taking advantage of me, how I’d tried to escape him.

They listened with sympathy, and some of them kindly donated money to help me return home to my parents.

It helped me a lot.

When I got home, I walked into the living room and found my mom, Ray, and our family doctor seated. The doctor was attending to Ray’s injuries.

I greeted them briefly.

I knew my mom wouldn’t believe me, so I didn’t bother trying to explain. I simply walked past her, heading straight to my room.

But her voice stopped me cold.

“Chizzy, will you come back here?” she yelled. I froze in my tracks.

“Where are you coming from, huh? So you planned with your boyfriends to attack your driver? Just because he reported you to us the last time?” she barked angrily.

I sighed and clenched my fists in frustration.

I turned to walk away, but she grabbed me and tried to slãp me—

I caught her hand in mid-air.

“Enough is enough, woman!” I snapped. “When will you ever listen to me?

Before this driver you trust so much came into our lives, did I ever behave this way? Since he came, he’s been m0lesting me every time no one is home. After school, he drives me to uncompleted buildings just to take advantage of me.

If not for God—do you think I’d still be standing here speaking to you?

I’ve tried reporting him several times, but you and Dad never believed me!

Now let him swear that he wasn’t the one who shot my nanny and left her in critical condition after she caught him trying to rape me.

And today, again, after school, he took me to another abandoned building. He was about to molest me, but I stabbed him with a nail to escape!

Now he comes here playing the victim?”

I poured it all out in one breath.

The room fell silent.

The doctor’s face twisted in confusion as he glanced between Ray and my mother.

Episode 7
Written by Grace Ochiba

The doctor’s brows furrowed.
He stood slowly and looked at Ray.

“Ray,” he said calmly, “is what this girl saying true?”

Ray scoffed, placing a bandage over his neck. “Of course not, doctor. You know how spoilt rich kids behave these days. She’s lying.”

I took a step forward, eyes blazing with tears.
“Do I look like I’m lying? Do you think I wanted to run barefoot into the street, begging strangers for help? Do you think I wanted to be touched… violated… like that?”

“Enough of the lies!” my mother snapped, standing up.

But this time, the doctor raised his hand.
“No. Let her speak,” he said, his voice firm.

I turned to her, my voice trembling but loud.
“If you choose to keep believing Ray over your own daughter, then you’re not just blind, you’re wicked.”

“You dare talk to me like that?” my mother barked.

“YES! Because I’m tired! Tired of crying myself to sleep every night! Tired of hiding bruises! Tired of begging for someone to believe me! You and Dad gave that monster full access to me, and you turned your back when I needed you the most!”

She stood speechless.
Ray shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

The doctor turned sharply to Ray.
“Have you taken this girl to any hospital recently?” he asked.

“No,” Ray answered too quickly.

“Yet she claims you took her to abandoned buildings—why?”

Ray stammered, “It was just… for short rest. She gets tired after school—”

“Rest?” I cut in. “With my shirt off? With your hands all over me? You’re a liar, Ray! A dirty, disgusting liar!”

Suddenly, a weak voice came from the hallway.

It was Nanny.

My eyes widened. “Nanny?”

She was supported by one of the guards, limping slightly but alive.

“I… I saw him that day,” she muttered weakly, pointing at Ray.
“He… he had her pressed against the wall… I tried to stop him… and he shot me…”

Gasps filled the room.

My mother collapsed into the chair behind her, mouth agape.
The doctor rushed to assist Nanny.

Ray’s face turned pale.

“Nanny… you’re lying… you’re just confused,” he stuttered, now trembling.

The doctor turned to the guard beside her.
“Call the police.”

“No!” Ray yelled, springing up from the couch.
But before he could run, two security guards at the door blocked him.

“You’re finished,” I whispered, staring him down. “Just like you tried to finish me.”

As they dragged him out, his eyes locked with mine.
“You’ll regret this,” he hissed.

But this time, I wasn’t scared.

I walked over to my mother, bent down to her eye level, and said quietly,
“Next time… believe your child first.”

But she pushed me away and said.

“I trusty Ray, don’t take him away! Untill I hear from my husband.. and as for you Chizzy just pray you’re not lying.” She said fūriously.

Episode 8
Written by Grace Ochiba

But she pushed me away, her face twisted in fury.
“I trust Ray! Don’t take him away until I hear from your father. And as for you, Chizzy… just pray you’re not lying.”

Her words sliced through me deeper than any wound Ray had left.
The guards hesitated, glancing between the doctor and my mother.
But the doctor’s voice was steady. “She’s in shock. Take him.”

Ray’s struggling shouts echoed down the hallway as they dragged him out.
My mother turned away from me, her hands trembling — whether from anger or fear, I couldn’t tell.

Nanny squeezed my hand weakly. “Don’t cry, my girl… the truth always finds the light.”
But my eyes still burned. Because even with Ray gone, my own mother still couldn’t see me.

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Three days later!!

Even when Ray was gone.. mom didn’t believe me. She kept calling me a wayward child. That I was the one always s** educing Ray.
I tried several times to explain things to her but she still won’t listen to me.

And my nanny also tried talking to my mom. But mom told her to mind her business if she doesn’t want to get fired from her job.

I felt like, It wasn’t mom that gave birth to me.
Some days she won’t give me money for transport to school, or other times she will starve me of food.

Reason that she’s teaching me good morals.

Life continues this way until my dad got back from his trip. I tried reporting my mom to my dad, but it seems as if mum had already sweettalk and fed him with lies about the whole thing.

“Am disappointed in you Chizzy, how could you s£duce your driver.. maybe you h@te him because he was trying to look at for you, be ready cause he is going to continue being your driver.” Dad uttered and I felt heartbroken..

Teærs kept sliding down my cheeks.
I ran to my room and gather up my clothes into my bag ready to run deep into the night.
It was better to be treated b@dly by people I don’t know than to be treated like I meant nothing with my parents.

I dragged my bag to the living room

I could see my nanny watching me s@dly.. but there was nothing she could do.

I reached for the door and was about opening it. When my mum voice stop me

“So you decided to leave and go turn to a rüñs girl huh?“ She asked as I fight back my tê*rs.

“You aren’t going to leave this house never.“ she shouted.

Just then.. someone open the door from outside and stepped into the room. Making me to shift a bit from the door, and immediately Ray stepped inside the room.. He looks at me and gave me a dark smile.

But I wasn’t going to be naive anymore.
Since my parents can’t f!ght for me, then I will f!ght for myself. And this is just the beginning.” I thought aloud.