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~I probably got two hours of sleep before waking up again. It's five in the morning and I have to be up at six. I only left the building because the thought of my mom came mind not letting me sleep. She gave me that fucking anklet for my sixteenth birthday and said it was a gift given to her from her grandmother.
I've kept it ever since and it takes my fucking father to show up for me to loose it. Besides that, now I'm mentally obsessing over the next bitches words.
"You don't hate me. You think some bitch is going to replace what we had? She'll never live up to me and you. You'll never be satisfied you and I both know this... once you get tired of her you'll get rid of her."
I left before I could hear anything else. She doesn't even know me and yet she thinks I want to live up to anything they had. Everyone gets tired of me at some point so that part didn't matter. Sex doesn't keep a person interested for long.
I guess that's where we're different, it keeps me interested.
All in all I won't let someone use me for their own desires. Anytime I do something with a person I make sure it's consensual so I don't feel like I'm using that person. Knowing people only think of you as something to get rid of after use is extremely difficult to process... I just want to talk to my mother. That's all, I just want to hear her voice because I miss being home.
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~Slowly getting dressed I had no energy to do anything and my ass is sore. I sighed seeing all the purple marks littering my skin an take some foundation covering them. Once done I grab my bag leaving the room. Me and Elijah make eye contact but I quickly avoid that— not really wanting to talk at the moment.
A knock sounded at the door and I walked to get it. Anything to not having to have a conversation with him. Opening it Mrs. Hart was standing before me and beside her is the chick from last night. I hadn't really paid attention to her up until now but she's gorgeous.
Caramel skin and eyes the lightest shade of brown. She's about my height maybe an inch taller, and her blonde hair was straight down her back. I'm assuming it's dyed because what black bitch you know have blonde hair? You ever saw a person with the perfect lips?... she has the perfect lips. Her parents must be gods because hell even her ass is fatter than mine and I have a fat ass.
