You had pulled him into your car, ditching school entirely. Nico was fiddling with his fingers, a sign of nervousness. It was a habit of his you had grown to enjoy watching. You didn't say anything for a while, just letting his presence soak in.
"Nico," you said.
He cocked an eyebrow.
"I-I don't know how to say this." You laughed nervously. "You want to know why I sleep with guys?" No movement. "Because they help me sleep at night. I think I have insomnia, but I just choose to torture myself every night."
He stopped playing with his fingers. "How would you be torturing yourself?"
"Because I was raped six years ago, Nico."
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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 ]
