She got to my house but something was off, there were no cuts, no blood, no bruises, she looked perfectly fine from my view at the door. The only problem was she was visibly shaking and kept her head down, tears falling from her face as she walked. She got to me but then just walked past me into the house. "Katrina baby what's wrong?" I said to her to no reply, getting worried more and more by the second I followed her watching where she was going to. She walked timidly with a small limp with each step as she headed to her unknown destination. It was as she arrived at the bathroom I noticed it, one thing that made me terrified at what I was 99.9% sure happened. 'No no no no no no even that asshole wouldn't go that far' I screamed in my head as a tear rolled down my cheek at the exact same time as it rolled down her.
A single drop of blood rolled down from her inner right thigh from inside her skirt. It was then I noticed certain things about her. Clothes ripped in certain places, I figured it was her usual style it's how she usually dresses, the shaking, her being just out of arm's distance, the tears, and the limp. 'Fuck no that piece of shit wouldn't do that' I cried out in my head as more tears rolled down my face while more blood rolled down her legs. It hurt even more when I saw that it seemed to be mixed with a thick white liquid.
She opened the door slowly and closed it behind her, leaving me outside crying. It was silent for awhile, the only sound I heard was the beating of my heart in my chest, the quiet bump-bump bump-bump seemed to blast out from everywhere around me as I sat there. I waited there for her for what felt like eons before finally having enough. I shakily stood up and walked to the bathroom door. When I saw the sight before I stood there shocked, cold, unmoving.....
