The Last Day Of Freedom

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Hannah's POV
My last day of freedom was spent at school with Caleb.
It was beautiful.
He kept slapping my ass at random parts of the day, like we were walking down the hall alone when he slapped my ass.
I loved it.
I loved him.
I was dreading tomorrow, though.
Tomorrow was my nightmare.
At least I know that Dylan won't be the one taking me.
Caleb comes up to me after school. "Hey."
"Hi." I say.
"What're you doing tomorrow after school?"
I freeze. "Um, I have to...go somewhere."
His face falls a little and he nods in understanding and he kisses me.
I walk home alone, and I hear someone behind me.
"Hey slut."
I don't have to turn around to know it's Dylan.
He corners me in an alley and puts his waist against mine.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to shut him out.
He leans into my ear, and I wait for his death words.
"You ready for tomorrow?"
I start to shake slightly and slightly nod.
"Good." He lets me go, and I scurry off.
I run home, and for the first time since I started dating Caleb, I made another scar on my wrist.

What will he do?

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