The tutor, Ms. Meredith Price, seemed warm and patient, but during lessons she kept finding excuses to touch me.At first she brushed my hand while correcting assignments. Then she began touching my face and ears.Gradually, she leaned too close whenever I looked away and made suggestive jokes that left me deeply uncomfortable.I knew how hard my stepfather worked for the money, and I didn't want to create another problem for him. For the sake of my education, I endured Ms. Price again and again.But she grew bolder. One afternoon, when nobody else was home, she patted her thigh and smiled as she told me to come closer.I refused. She threatened me. Panicking, I struck her arm with a drinking glass. When my stepfather returned, Ms. Price dissolved into tears and complained:"I'm sorry, but I can't teach this boy. I criticized his poor work, and he attacked me!"Mom ordered me to apologize. When I refused, she pointed at me and screamed, "Andrew, I've indulged you long enough! Ap
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