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This is the scariest one yet, really creepy how he traced your jawline.
So what did you do after that, did you atleast tell your parents?
Adding a bit more context: he made me promise I'd return the next day. I said yes on the spot but as soon as I put a foot on the street I ran. I got home and was alone for about an hour, I was very confused and disturbed.
When my mother got home she noticed there was something wrong with me so I told her everything except that he touched me. My young brain didn't understand I'd been manipulated so I thought I was wrong somehow. He didn't touch my private parts so I was just freaking over nothing, right? My mother assured me I could break a promise anytime I wanted and that if I didn't like this person I had no reason to go back ever again. That it was okay to cross the street just to avoid walking in front of that shop ever again. That I owed nothing to nobody.
So I did just that. Interestingly the shop closed like 3 months after that. And then I completely forgot about the whole thing until one day when I was 16 or so I remembered it and realisation hit me like a truck.
Wow your mom handled it so we'll. It's good that you told it to her the same day it happened and didn't return to the shop ever