I cried a lot yesterday until this morning, and still its like a broken faucet., the tears wont just stop. I cant sleep either after the talk with Norally. 

Last night, I heard from Norally a lot of stories about Yousef. He’s a jerk who uses his money and position to use a girl. Literally use them…. Conservative-kuno but He’s a molester-perverted old bastard. She told me that there was this DH/Secretary (she’s not sure) that she uses everyday. Everyone knows about this (the driver, the boy, DH and the farmers) except for his wife. He almost got me last night. I reasoned him away by saying I have my period. Fuck.  

When I heard all of Norally’s story, I immediately grabbed my phone and text ate Candy. I told her to call me as soon as she got my message. She told me that she cant contact me because it’s a roaming no. and asked me what the problem was. So I told her the problem and replied that I should have said it earlier and that she’ll purchase a plane ticket and should go tomorrow morning.

Yes, I should go home. I'm going to tell him that my mother’s in critical condition and act. 

It happened  again….

I reported to him in his office upstairs like yesterday’s never happened. I act like the usual…. I guess and he acted likewise too. Not a single guilt on his face. He told me the things that he wanted me to do, the things that I should remind him of and brought all the papers that he wanted me to put in his table downstairs. Then he went to his meeting. 

I received a call from Lyna to print and download the picture that madam wanted and bring it up upstairs.

By 4:20, I preceded to the office - stared at the clock and thought “please be late - don’t come down” again and again. When its already 5:15 Lyna arrived and I was like “Thank God Saviour!” We set up the printer and printed the labels that Madam wanted. 

And I thought I’m safe.

He came in late in the office. Lyna and I reported to his office and finished some things. Then Lyna finished something in her laptop outside and I was alone with that bastard. I’m sure something’s gonna happen. - and I was right. 

He ordered me to put all the CD’s in the cabinet. I heard Lyna’s steps going upstairs leaving me there alone with the bastard, then he hold my wrist and forced me to sit down on his lap. HIS LAP! I know I looked like a kid sitting on Santa’s lap, the only difference is he’s touching me on my sides. So I told him to stop. He didn’t. He asked me on how am I adjusting here in Kuwait. So I told him the truth. “Not good. It’ll be hard to adjust with the weather, food and the time.” I tried to stand up but failed. He turned my head towards him and tried to kiss me. I immediately said no and turned my head away. I tried to stand up but failed again then he forced to turn my head back and kissed me. Yuck. The kiss was not a French kiss. Its like a smack - full in lips. Then he let me free. So I immediately stand up. Shocked, I looked at him. I don’t know what my expression looks like… but then he smiled. Lyna came in and I ran to the bathroom. Again. Holding my tears in. 

Why am I here???