At least three days had past. I laid in my bed, I ignored my phone. Luckily no one was really hear to bother me. I could smell 'dads' cooking but I didn't want it. I smelled my stomach hurt my body hurt, my headache was constant.
All this time and I still couldn't stop the constant replay. The hundreds of questions that filled my mind. What was I supposed to do how was I supposed to act? I couldn't ruin my family, besides everyone would blame me. It was my fault anyway right? Like he said I wore those tight and small clothes for a reason...I wanted his attention. The thought brought tears to my eyes I couldn't stand to look at that stupid color anymore.
I quickly raided my room snatching every pink item I could find I pilled them up in the center of my room, every touch searing my mind. Sending a quick S.O.S text to my mom I told her pink was no longer in that bathroom had to go. 3:46pm was what the clock on my night stand read. Dad would be gone, of to play gulf with the guys or something. Sneaking out pf my room to find a garbage bag I stuffed every pink thing in it.
Around 5 I was laying in my bed staring at the ceiling I wasn't thinking anything just trying to exists. A knock sounded on my bed room door. My heart beat picked up as I mentally chanted.
*please don't be him. please don't be him. please don't be him.*
My door opened slightly just enough for a head poked through. "Marcie it's me-
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Okay you guys have every reason in the world to be mad plus this is mad short but oh my gosh idk where I have been! I planned to leave it on hold but tonight I'm just like whatever. I hope you like it lease comment I loooove love loooove constructive criticism!
