One day i fall down while playing . And i got a mild injury on my knee. So my coach asked me to come with him to first aid room . So i went with him as usual no one was in the school building . We reached the room and he started to clean my wound . He was quite close to me i saw he got a boner while cleaning my wound. At that age i had reached puberty and i did knew about sex so i felt weird that why he is getting erected by a boy but i ignored it. But all of a sudden he forgot about my wound and started touching me everywhere . I asked him sir what are you doing . He didnt reply and started stripping me. Now i won’t go into details but yes he raped me. It was brutul and painful. I cried i yelled but no was in school building and we were far enough from ground. I tried to fight him but i wasn’t strong enough and he completely overpowered me.
Hours would become days, days became weeks, weeks became months, and it would take almost a year until I saw my father again. Apparently, he had decided to end the relationship with my mom and was now planning to get remarried to an American woman and relocate to the U.S. I never knew all this until his visit. My mom never explained anything to me, she would usually just break down and cry and I would do my best to console her. Perhaps I was at that age where I could barely understand something as complex as divorce or separation, and was as a result, kept in the dark not knowing what to say when hit with the usual “how’s your mom and dad doing”?