The moment she got into the apartment, she let go of my hand and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard her moaning in pain, briefly, and I heard her retch, before the toilet flushed, she washed her hands, and came back out with a pale face.
"I don't want this." She mumbled. Her coat was gone. She was wearing one of my shirts. There was a small stain on the bottom hem. "It hurts."
I walked over to her, taking off my coat, and pushed her to sit on the lounge. She glared at the cushion, her eyes filled with hatred and anger. "I want a new lounge."
I bit my lip to hold in a sigh. It would just infuriate her. "Okay."
She coughed and wrapped her arms around her stomach, hunching over. "I want an abortion, too."
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Burns (sequel to bruises)
Teen FictionHe enveloped me in his arms, his touch warm, as it always had been. He kissed the side of my throat, the spot where my pulse throbbed in a steady rhythm that became quicker when he kissed it, and his kiss was the same as it always had been. He smi...
