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𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖘𝖎𝖝

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tw: human trafficking, nonconsenual sexual activities ie: blowjobs

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Truth be told, after that happened, it truly made me happy like never before. Well really, that was the first time I had been happy. But it made me happy, and I sort of understood why people smiled like that, or like feelings and let them feel despite sadness, depression and all that.

Wilson was surprised too when he came home. He asked me what had happened, so I just told him something someone said just made me really happy. I didn't want to reveal too much. Also the twins would have made fun of me.

And even though I've been living with my brothers for a while, I did open up a little bit to Wilson and Kieran. Definitely not the twins. But I couldn't tell them. It was the one thing I refused to talk about.

But like always, life went downhill for me.

When I went to class, my gym teacher was the third one of the trio, Grubs.

Where did Principal Halls look for gym teachers?

His eyes flashed with recognition, looking at me, when he called out my name during roll call.

But the thing about Grubs was that he was a good actor. He, Nuave and Runcho were all good actors.

He pretended nothing happened and continued the roll call.

We didn't do much today which was nice but he was staring at me. I could feel his eyes. When class finished, he called for me, "Ms. Black, one moment."

Reassuring Irene, I went over to him, swallowing the repulse, the vomit, the nausea. The smell of corpses, the smell of blood. The metallic taste of it. Gagging, choking on nothing.

"Yes sir?"

"Why are you the only one of your classmates not wearing the uniform?" His eyes were studying me.

I wondered if he knew about Nuave's sister. I think he did, judging by his roaming eyes.

"Because I do not feel comfortable wearing the uniform. The shorts are revealing."

"Very well. But you have to wear some sort of gym clothing like sweats. I expect to see you in appropriate clothes the next time you have class."

"Yes sir."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

"Little girlie."

I stopped. I hadn't heard that in a few months, but my barriers were threatening to crumble.

Not here, not here.

His hand was on my shoulder, the familiar rough hands that would toy with me, play me as the others held me in place. The maniacal glint in their eyes, their leers echoing.

"Sir?"

"Nothing. I was just checking if you were who I know you are."

"Go to your next class."

"Yes sir."

"Good girl."

Fuck, fuck.

He knows. He knows.

Will he tell the others? I thought I got rid of them, of everything from before. Why now? Why me?

As long as I pretend everything is fine, nothing should go wrong, right?

It was hard though, because I knew nothing was fine. Nothing in my life ever went well. But I was very good with pretending. I could get an Oscars.

When I met up with Irene, I just told her that he wanted to know more about the uniform thingy.