EVIL DRIVER M0LESTED HIS BOSS DAUGHTER EACH TIME NO ONE IS AT HOME… AND THIS HAPPENED….

Episode 1

This story you’re about to read is about parental negligence, and how it destr0yed my innocence

My parents didn’t neglect me financially. I had everything—expensive gifts, a beautiful home, and all my needs were met. But emotionally? I was invisible.
They were never there to listen to me. Never around when I truly needed them.
And that ruined my life.

I hope you read this and learn from my story.

My name is Chizzy, and everything started to fall apart shortly after my fifteenth birthday.
Mom and Dad bought me so many expensive gifts that year. But they didn’t give them to me in person.
The maid handed them over, saying, “Your parents asked me to give you these.”
That was it. No hugs. No birthday wishes. Just gifts without presence.

I felt bad—but what could I do?
My parents always chose work over me.
That’s how it had always been: no time, no attention, just silence in a house full of luxury.

Until he came.

— THIS STORY BELONGS TO LAUNDRY GUY IF YOU COME ACROSS IT ANYWHERE IT IS STOLEN

My former driver,an elderly man who had driven me since I was a child—got a better job and had to leave.
It took my parents a whole week to get me a new one.

And the day he arrived… my life changed.

He wasn’t like the old driver.
He was tall, young, and good-looking,too good-looking.
But from the first moment, I didn’t like him.

There was something off.

His flirty smirks…
The way he licked his lips seductively whenever he opened the car door for me…
The way he stared at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes lingering too long…

It all disgusted me.

But I stayed quiet.
Because I had learned to mind my business.
Because I had learned not to expect anyone to defend me,not even my parents.

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I kept quiet, just like I always did…
Until one day, something happened.

Raymond had just picked me up from school and driven me home.
He parked in the yard, and as I bent over to pick up my bag,
he grabbed my bûtt and squeezed it softly.

I spun around, shocked.
There he was—smiling sheepishly, without even a hint of regret.

I couldn’t control myself.
I sl@pped him hard across the face.

He instantly placed his palm on his burning cheek, still looking stunned.

> “Don’t you ever try that with me again,” I snapped. “Or I’ll report you to my parents.”

Then I walked angrily into the house.

That night, I stayed up late, waiting for Mom and Dad to return. I was determined to tell them what happened—to ask for a new driver or, at the very least, make them warn Raymond to stay away from me.

But when they came home, they didn’t want to hear it.

> “I had a long day, Chizzy. Go to your room,” Mom said sluggishly, already changing into her nightwear.

And Dad?

He didn’t even let me finish talking.

> “Do you know how long it took me to find you a new driver?” he said sharply. “I even skipped work just to book appointments with top agencies,just to get you the best. And all you do is complain? You’re such an ungrateful child.”

Têars welled up in my eyes as I left their room.

I felt rejected.
I felt invisible.
I felt like I didn’t matter at all.

—

Then came the day everything changed.

It was just another afternoon.
Raymond came to pick me up from school after extra moral classes.
I got into the back seat, greeted him weakly, and leaned my head against the side of the car.
I was exhausted from school, so I drifted off to sleep.

I assumed we were heading home.
But when I opened my eyes some minutes later,
I wasn’t home.

I was in a strange, isolated house.

> “What are we doing here?” I asked Raymond, confused and scared.

He didn’t answer.
He just gave me that same unsettling smile and told me to get out of the car.

And that…
was the beginning of my nightmare with Raymond.

Episode 2

I hesitated.

“I said, get down,” Raymond repeated, his voice no longer soft—this time, it was firm. Commanding.

My heart pounded.
Everything inside me screamed that something was wrong.
But I got down, slowly, cautiously. My school bag still slung over one shoulder.

The house looked abandoned—quiet, dusty, isolated.
There were no neighbors, no voices, no traffic sounds. Just thick silence.
I looked around, trying to figure out where we were.
But I had no idea.

“Why are we here?” I asked again, trying to sound bold, even though my voice was trembling.

Raymond didn’t answer.
He opened the front door and gestured for me to go in.

“We need to talk,” he said.

“Talk? We could’ve done that in the car. I’m not going inside.”

He moved closer.

“Stop making this difficult,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’ve been patient enough.”

That’s when I knew this wasn’t about talking.

I turned to run. But before I could take a single step,
he grabbed me.

One hand over my mouth.
The other arm wrapped tightly around my waist.
He dragged me into the house, kicked the door shut behind us, and locked it.

I struggled, k!cking, clawing at his arms. I tried to scream, but my voice was muffled.

“Shhh… No one can hear you here,” he whispered.

He pūshed me onto an old couch and stood over me, breathing heavily.
“You act all tough,” he said, eyes dark with obsession, “but I know you want me to touch you. I see it in your eyes every day.”

“You’re s!ck!” I spat.

He just laughed.

“You’ll get used to me,” he said. “We have all the time in the world now.”

That moment felt like I had been thrown into a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

I felt helpless.
Powerless.
Frozen in fēar.

He started to approach me again—but just then, his phone rang.
He cursed under his breath and stepped aside to answer it.
That was my chance.

Without thinking, I grabbed my bag and bolted for the door.
I unlocked it with shaky hands and ran.
Ran faster than I ever had in my life.
Through the bushy path, along the dusty road, not knowing where I was going—just away from that house.

I didn’t stop until I saw a local shop by the roadside and bikes, I flagged down a bike luckily for me I had some money left on me.

The bike stopped I got in, breathless, with tears streaming down my face.

I gave him the address as he speed away without asking questions.

The bike dropped me right in front of our gate I got down and paid him off.

I opened the gate and saw that Raymond was back home before me, and my parents are also back standing worriedly at the doorstep.

“Mummy! I said with tears streaming down my face about running to her embrace but she pushed me slightly and landed me a resounding slāp.

“Chizzy! So you’ve grown so big that you follow some random boys home huh? Your driver came to pick you up and couldn’t find you in school. Is that how I trained you? ” mum asked while I kept looking at Ray he was smirking deviously and as for my mum I was disappointed in her…

Just then.

Episode 3…

Just then, my father stepped forward.

“Raymond has been loyal since day one,” he said firmly. “You’ve always been dramatic, Chizzy. Now you sneak out and come home crying, and want us to believe him over you?”

“But Dad, he took me to a strange house,he tried to—”
My voice broke.
I couldn’t say the words.

Raymond immediately cut in, acting hurt.

“Sir, I would never do such a thing. I waited outside the school for over an hour, but Chizzy didn’t come out. I drove around thinking she might have gone to the store or somewhere nearby. I came back home confused. I swear I don’t know where she went.”

He turned to my mother.

“Ma, I treat her like a younger sister. I’m honestly shocked she’d say this about me.”

My parents exchanged glances.

That was when I knew,they believed him.

“Enough of the drama,” Mum snapped. “You’re grounded. No more outings. No more nonsense. And don’t ever point fingers at an innocent man again.”
My heart shattered.

I didn’t even cry anymore.
I was numb.
They had chosen him over me.

That night, I didn’t eat. I locked myself in my room, curled up on my bed, and stared at the ceiling.

Over and over, I kept hearing Raymond’s voice…

“You’ll get used to me…”

No. I wouldn’t. I’d never get used to living in fear.

I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts.
I didn’t know who to trust anymore.
My friends? No. They wouldn’t understand.

Then I remembered her,Aunty Amaka.
Mum’s younger sister.
She lived two cities away, but she always told me,

“If anything ever happens, call me. I’ll always be there.” written by laundry guy

With trembling fingers, I sent her a voice note:

“Aunty… please, I need help. Something bad happened. Raymond… he… he tried to hurt me. And Mum and Dad won’t believe me. I’m scared. Please come get me… please…”

I stared at the screen. Message delivered. But no response came.

TWO WEEKS LATER..

my parents allowed me to start going to school so I can prepare for my final exams.

One bright morning I was dressed for school. Mom and Dad had gone to work and the maid, was off since works just thrice a week. Written by laundry guy

I was alone at the dining table eating hurriedly so I won’t be late for school.. just then the door opened up, revealing Raymond.

Since over two weeks he has been on leave since mom and dad grounded me

My heart missed a bit. Well I buried my head down eating my food just to avoid him.

I’ve already made up my mind I won’t follow him on same car to school. I will use the public transport instead.

“Long time no see huh?” He smirk sêductively and strode towards me.

But I remain mute.
“Each time I talk to you, always respond to me. ” He said and grabbed my developing bwess and squeezed it.

“Ouch!!!” A sharp p*inful gasp escape from my møuth.

“Stay away from me, you psychopath. ” I snapped and angrily emptied the hot cup of tea on him.

He looks stunned for some time. But gave a fake smile.

He pulled me by my arms and p*shed me r0ughly to the couch. Written by laundry guy

I struggle to stand upright, screaming loudly. But he gave me a resounding slāp across my checks. Making me to feel a stinging p*in.

“If you didn’t keep shut.. I’ll k* ill you now. ” He uttered using his hand to press my neck.

I became scared and lay down quietly.

“Good girl! ” He uttered and began unbuttoned my school uniform. Tears kept sliding from the corner of my eyes.

Just then!!

Episode 4

Written by Laundry Guy

Just then!!

Kpam! Kpam!!

We heard a loud knock on the door.

Raymond froze.

Footsteps rushed toward the front door.

BAM! BAM!!

Someone was banging furiously.

Then came a voice that made my heart leap,

“Chizzy! Open this door now! It’s Julia !”

Raymond panicked and jumped off me.
He zipped up and staggered backwards, eyes wild with fear.

“What the hell is she doing here?!”

“I thought she’s supposed to be off today?” Raymond hissed.

He rushed to the door to bolt it from the inside, but it was too late.

The door burst open.

Standing there was Julia.

Raymond tried to act cool,

“What is happening here Chizzy? ” Julia asked looking suspicious at the both of us.

My eyes were red and filled with tears.

“He tried to r@pe me Aunt Julia… He’s been do…

“Shut the fvck up! I didn’t try to r@peyou you tried sed<ucing me and I fl0g you to teach you a lesson. ” Raymond uttered.

“It is not true aunt Julia, he had been making s*xual advances towards me, I told my mom and dad but they won’t believe me. ” I cried.

“I will report you to the police for m0lesting Chizzy, I have been Chizzy personal maid and a cook for this family for so long now, I know Chizzy so well she’s not a wayward girl. Get ready to lose your job because am going to report you to my Madam and Oga when they get back.” She threatened but Raymond only hissed and went out of the room.

“Hope he didn’t hurt you?” Aunt Julia asked and came to seat close to me

“He almost did Aunt Julia! I wonder what will have happened if you didn’t show up on time, my parents thinks am lying each time, I complained about him.” I sniffed my moist running nose.

“Dont worry, you aren’t alone anymore I’ll, Make sure to tell your parents myself once they back from work. Clean your tears and go dress up for school.” she said using her hands to wipe my t_ears
I begged her to drop me off at school instead after I changed uniform, to another one.

Aunt Julia make sure that I was happy, before she took me to school.

FEW HOURS LATER..

It was closing hour, I couldn’t wait for that lu*natic to come pick me up from school.

I know I needed to be home by myself.
I entered a public bus home, only to meet my parents home. With sad faces.

I asked them what’s wrong and I was told,“Aunt Julia was shoot this afternoon by some unknown person, in a tinted car now she’s at the hospital struggling for her life.

I just collapsed on the floor and began crying loudly, why will some one think of shooting Aunt Julia? What’s her offence? Now that someone wants to fight for me now this?” I cried for some minutes and quietly went to my room.


FEW WEEKS LATER!

My dad traveled for a work seminar outside the country, just left with my Mom and I at home.

Well, for the past few weeks mum has been on her work leave, she was constantly at home doing most of my school runs.

Raymond hadn’t resume work for over three weeks now.

Am s@d that mum is going to be resuming work, and Raymond will also resume duty.

I begged my mum to always let me use public transport or come home with the school bus. But she insisted I have a personal driver, that public transport are filled with commoners with different kind of diseases and all.

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 did the unimaginable