I couldn’t sleep at night after my last client, Johari Moses. He spoke to me like no one else would. I believed all my life that I was higher than everyone and everyone would never try to out step my boundaries. However, he was one of the few who tried and succeeded. He had me nervous everytime he’d walk into my office. I stuttered, scared not to say a word that might piss him off. There was only one altercation where he’d scared me from ever getting on his bad side.

I’d been walking away after our session. I always took the initiative to leave first so the client could clear their mind without me being in their presence. I had stopped to fix the seems of my dress and there he was.

“Johari! You scared me kid!” I say in a jokingly manner, turning to face him.

“I’d better get back to tell your parents about your growth.” I spoke again, shifting away.

As i was going to take my first few steps he grabs my arm. His fingernails dug into my veins like a vampire sucking its teeth into its victim. His eyes were sharp. I tried to pull away, letting out a nervous chuckle. He fixed his fingernails out of my skin and placed a tight grip on my wrist pulling me closer.

“I can be your best lover if you want me to be. “

The words slipped out of his mouth like he’d been waiting to say them since the day he saw me. I stepped on his foot, making him yelp, and I managed to run away to the front office.

I’ve made statement with the police and my manager already, told his parents, and transferred him to another place. I don’t want him anywhere near me. But he still lingers in my mind and my arms. The bruises haven’t went away no matter how hard i try. I’m scared. The one time in my life I felt powerless and below the surface.