Catching her behind the Curtain part 2

That day bleak blackness was shrouded everywhere. It was difficult for those clouds to do homework whether to pitter patter those rainy droplets or to stay silent in its pace. She had drawn a beautiful picture of my eye, my deep blue eyes. She kept it on my bag when I was out of my class. As the environment was so disturbing, I was meditating upon the music of thunderstorm.

She was already stalked by so many juniors due to her beauty and amazing painting. They checked in my bag, took out her drawing and use their red color sign pen and scramble her art nastily and make it as a ball. Those stalkers in a fleshy hunger started bullying her. They mock at her choice. Only she knows what her emotions she wanted to emote too. She wanted me to be her true friend as she was turning emotionally sappy because of the class atmosphere.

Nobody wanted to clear her air. All started to mess her due to audacious step. Three seniors were gazing at her ripe bosoms, her rosy lips and her milky white skin of legs. She smell a burning roses infront of her. She hurriedly walk out of the classroom and went out to the parking section to take her bicycle. But things were turning worse.

Five boys in their flaring egos, started following her. It was a five minute walk I guess. They snap her hair, they started to beat her and squeezes her boobs nastily. She moans in a pain. They started to touch her genitals through their hand. They successfully spurt out the blood from her body.

She couldn't bear it. How could she? .....

Whereas, I came back to my classroom. I am a latelatiff rescuer. I barge in and all were in pindrop silence. I was less bothered by their appearance. I took out my bag to see my sketch bag and I happened to see a muzzle art. That blue eye one drawing which was mercilessly set by the red boundary of two lines. I felt that drawing was made by stranger She. I was in a fume. I shouted in a loud voice," who had done this?"

Nobody had ever imagined that image of me. I pull the hair of one guy and asked,"What's the matter?" He spell all the accidents happened to her. Thankful to my fortune, three teachers were there listening to this swan song. She give a tight slap to that guy for not speaking up and we all four hurriedly went to the parking area.

It was a five minute run. We were out of breath..