Stalker (edited)

I always wanted my classmates
be the first to notice me 
and greet me with their innocent smiles,
I would have wanted them to tag me
in our game called alotonay--
but mornings were not what I expected.
 
Every morning he would wait for me like a servant
When I rode a jeepney
he would sit beside me-
his cold fingers creeping on my back. 
 
 
One day he asked me,
“would you like to come with me?
It's just a stone’s throw away from school, dear child,”
and so I agreed and went with him.
 
We walked along the sidewalk,
his hands on my shoulders
I felt I was protected by my loving father
until he squeezed my arm
feeling like I was consumed
 
we sat together
his hands
exploring and stroking
my hips
which felt like
presses from his lips.