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BOARDING SCHOOL


 – By Tolulope
Being a quiet child isn’t bad, but when children are too quiet parents and guardians need to create a bond of confidence and trust with them. This wasn’t the case with Philip and his parents. They were barely home neither did they have time for the young lad as he went through a horrific experience in school. His parents found it convenient sending him to an expensive boarding school; after all, they had the money.
He slept everyday dreadfully waiting to hear sneaky footsteps walking in, feeling the strong hands of somebody constantly molesting him sexually night after night and perceiving the smell of garlic as he whispered the terrifying words close to his ears “I’ll kill you if you tell anyone”. He lived like this for over 6 months and refused to mention it to anybody including his friend, roommates, school father and parents. But how could he, the constant threat of being murdered if he revealed it echoed in his subconscious mind.
Philip started to lose weight because he barely ate, his grades also started to drop noticeably so he was summoned by Principal Davidson
“Philip my boy, you are beginning to play too much these days, or how else can you explain the fact that you have dropped from 2nd to 7th and the way you are going you might drop even further?” Philip lifted his head and to the principal’s surprise, he was crying.
Storried Boarding School
“I’m sorry if I was a little hard to you my dear, I just need you to do better and concentrate more okay?” Philip nodded as he walked out of the principal’s office. He liked the principal a great deal and felt bad for disappointing him. The principal had always smiled at them and stopped the seniors from bullying them.
Philip always suspected it was his school father defiling him; he bought snacks for him, touched him funny and insisted on seeing him every day. So Philip decided to be brave, he promised himself he would try to fend him and report it to the principal when it was morning.
To his greatest surprise, there was no night tribulation for two days; those were the happiest days of Philips life. He later found out that his school father had been in the school clinic for the past 2 days suffering from malaria. That confirmed Philips suspicion; he hoped and prayed he never recovered from it. 3 days later Philip bumped into him, accusing him of not visiting or caring about him. He then promised to deal with Philip later, winked and walked away.
Philips froze and started to tremble in fear. His best friend sighted him standing in the middle of the sidewalk quivering and shedding tears. After a lot of convincing, Philip reluctantly disclosed his plight to his friend that evening. It was a sad moment for them both but it was also the birth of a plan.
At 12:25am Philip heard the sound of someone opening the door, it was the mystery man. He walked to Philips bed and started to undress him. Philip put up a fight this time and let out a loud scream. Suddenly 8 boys hiding at different angles in the room jumped out and grabbed him. There was a great deal of power struggle, but in the end, he was subdued and tied up. The noise alerted the school security so they switched on the room lights and ran in the direction of the noise. On getting there they were overwhelmed with shock as they saw Principal Davidson tied to the bed naked

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