Chapter 1: Bathroom Floor

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The smell of smoke fills my room, and I cough my way out of bed. Rubbing my eyes, I step into the bathroom and see him. He's standing there, smoking out of the window like usual. "Uh, I need to use the restroom." I beg to him. "Ssh." He pushes me up against the sink, and his lips touch mine. His hands move down my side and into my shorts. He almost reaches my lingerie. I push him away and run out of the bathroom. He grabs my arm and pushes me down, back onto the bathroom floor. "Use the fucking bathroom. I'm leaving." He slams the door shut. I sit on the cold bathroom floor, struggling to stand up. A bruise starts to form on my arm. "F-f.." I hold my breath and finally stand up. I slightly limp over to the cabinet and pull out a hairbrush. I brush my hair; slow strokes. All that's on my mind is that I need to get into that college. My whole life could change. After all, I've always had good grades all my years of highschool so I don't see why I wouldn't get accepted. Good impressions matter, too. And plus, I could get my OWN house and OWN drugs. I don't have to buy them from that faggot. Ugh how he treats me.. I also want to find someone to love. Someone to grow up with. That college would change my life forever, for the better.

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