That Day

I can't seem to get it out of my head of that day that dreadful day that gloomy day where it happent, how it happent, and why that day a nice day but raining day it was dusk when it happen to think clothes was so important to lose a beautiful part of my life over clothes it almost happen fear is what is in me I see his face when I sleep, in the store it happent as followed awalking trying to find an outfit I want in a store and tried on a few things he touched me and I didn't want him to I though he was just playing around I laughted an uneasylaught and then asked him to stop he won't I asked again he them put his hands in my pants I can't leave, he won't let me I can't shout he kissed me I fought I just think help me he stop his boss enter the store and leave he give me an outfit I hate it and him I leave just walking I cry but can't tell don't tell just think I am afried to have a guy touch me love me confort me I can't do anything weeks later he calls he said sorry and he was just playing I tell my aunt and one other she want me to tell grandma I can't I won't months later I tell her she is upset he is gone is what I tell them but he is not he is there in that store forever and so am I all because of that day