You were only ten years old when it happened.
Your parents took you to one of their friend's parties because they had to attend or else everybody would think your family were party-poopers. And your parents just couldn't have that. But little ole you didn't want to go because you felt like something bad was going to happen. They reassured you that you were going to be fine.
If only they knew that one of their friends snatched her wrist that night and took her to the basement, locking her in with another little girl. There were four other men who haunted her dreams every night, who caused her to cry everyday.
They were the ones who made her feel like she was so filthy.
They were the ones who made her feel like having sex would just make her dirtier, and you wanted to get better but they damaged you so much you couldn't even do that.
You never went to one of their friends' parties ever again.
YOU ARE READING
Bad Girls
Short StoryYou weren't a slut when you were younger. You were never a slut then and now. But sometimes, society tints people's perspective on others. [ 2017 ]
