P A R I S A
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Waking up I feel like I can't move.
My face feels like it is out of place and the rest of my body felt numb.
The bright sunbeams in my face and my cries for help are muffled.
Tears escape my eyes and the only thing I'm hoping for is for Dean to look at the cameras.
Everything goes dark again, but when I wake up for the second time I'm able to move.
Slowly crawling over to the couch I use it to lift myself. Feeling a bit low on iron I let my body catch up to the fast movements.
I feel disgusting and weird.
Walking over to my room I see my phone broken into pieces.
Going over to my bathroom I take all of my clothes off, throwing them onto the floor.
Getting in the shower I turn the hot water on to the max. It's dark out now and I know when I went back to sleep I slept for more than what I was supposed to.
After getting out of the shower I dry off and walk into my room, grabbing some clothes and putting them on.
I feel a little better but still a little disgusted, I don't know what that man did to me and I can't help but think the worse.
I put on my black hoodie and leave my room, I can't be here anymore and I should've listened to Dean.
I should've stayed with him, but I didn't and now I have to face the consequences.
Walking out of my house I get a phone call from Dean, I answer it as soon as I get inside of the car.
I'm a little horse.
Phone Conversation
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"Hello?" I walk out of my room.
"I planned all of this shit for you just for you to not call or text me all day," He screams on the phone, but right now isn't the time.
"What stuff," I ask, stopping to look in a mirror before walking to my car.
"what do you mean what stuff? We were supposed to go on a date, you were supposed to stop by for it. I've been blowing your phone up all day and I even stopped by to see if you were home early, and there was no answer," he explains.
"I'm coming over right now, baby I'm sorry," I cry into the phone and Dean's tone quickly turns into concern.
"I didn't mean to yell baby girl, I'm sorry. What's wrong?"
"Everything," I respond. I feel so disgusting.
"Do you need me to come to pick you up angel? You don't sound too good," he says.
I want to be alone for a little while longer before going over to his house and having to pretend happy in front of Hazel. "I'm on my way. I'll talk to you when I'm there."
"No, something is wrong with your voice and I don't want you driving on that dark road."
The street I live on is dark and no one is hardly back here. Only trucks come here for a shortcut to get to where they're going, "just because my voice is gone doesn't mean I can't handle myself."
"That's exactly what it means. If something happens I need you to be able to scream for help," His tone is dead set so it's going to be hard to change his mind.
