Dirty
Loreen struggles with life, like most teenagers. But unlike a lot of other teenagers, her father is abusive, sexually and physically. It really gets to Loreen but it isn't like she can do anything about it, she has no other family except for...
When Emily and I were messing around, I was also with this girl named Nicole. She heard me talking to Emily about Loreen and what had happened. Nicole wanted me to break it off with Emily so that we could be together. I wanted to be with Emily.
When Nicole heard me talking about Loreen she went and told everyone about Loreen. Emily thought it was me that said something. It hadn't been. I'm not an asshole like that. Nicole told me that I didn't have to worry about telling the entire school because she got it around. The next day, Emily broke it off with me.
Only now does it occur to me that Loreen thought it was Emily and it wasn't. Emily thought it was me and it wasn't. It was Nicole. It went around fast but that is just how high school is.
I explain everything to Emily in the corner. She was enraged.
As I start to repeat the story again to everyone, Loreen looked sick.
I finish the story and look over to Loreen. She is sweaty and holding her head.
"I am so sorry, Loreen. So so sorry, " I say.
"You are forgiven. All of you. Now shut up, please," she says bending over. She is holding her head and breathing difficult.
"Loreen? Loreen? Are you okay? Loreen. Baby answer me!" Ethan says to her.
"My head! Ohmigod! My head!! It-it hurts! Ohmigosh it hurts so bad." she says starting to cry.
Loreen's P.O.V.
My. Head. Is. Pounding.
It hurts so bad. My vision starts to go black but I am still there.
I have to think why my head would be doing this. Did I hit my head? When did I hit my head? Then I remember. Yesterday me and my father fighting. Him pushing me back. My head hitting the table. Him grabbing my hair and hitting me over and over. But most important. My head hitting the table.
"Yesterday," I gasp. "My dad was-" I choke and start crying. "Ethan, I can't see anything." I am laying flat on the floor now. I can feel that much.
"What about yesterday?" Ethan says.
"He was trying to do-uhm-do uhmmm things to me and I said no. That is why my face is all beaten. My head hit the table. That might be it. I am getting tired, Ethan."
I hear him say something but I am already gone.
*Quick lil' note*
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