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“Please.” I was aware I was babbling, but couldn’t seem to do anything about it. My skin was crawling, I couldn’t breathe, I’d never been so disgusted with myself and his gleaming eyes left my tongue thick and useless.
“Get out.” He didn’t even choke. I looked down at my bare feet, but he only grabbed me. With more force than I’d ever felt, he’d never marked me. My head hurt so badly it felt like I was being crushed, a sharp cramping in my chest making me dizzy. I cried out, and he dragged me toward the door. And out.
If it had been raining I’d have been able to mask at least part of it, but it was a dark and clear night. I’d never been at terms with his cement. And the abrasions on my face made sure to remind me of all the times I’d ridiculed the ones who had. Vision blurred. Shame haunting me into familiar streets.
And that was that. Until now. It wouldn’t do to fall to ones knees in such an alleyway.
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