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I pulled down my panties. No they weren't even panties. Bikini bottoms. Oh my god. Please no.
I had forgot I was on my period. It was light and hadn't seeped through to the other side, yet. How stupid was I that I didn't bring any feminine products. Im an idiot. Stupid. Stupid.
"Up next, Under 18 boys butterfly stroke," the announcer called. At least the boys would be occupied for a little. They still had to do compete; backstroke, freestyle and breast stroke. I still had time.
Ryder is one of the timers, I can't ask him. Elijah is at work. The boys are competing now. I can't bother any of them, not now.
Message To: Mom
Mom, I need you.
I decided that I should see you.
Cleaning myself up, I brought my panties up my thighs, picked up my phone and walked to the front of the swimming centre.
"Hey! Where're you going?" The woman at the front yelled from the counter.
I forced a smile, "I need to go. I'll be back before the girls races start. I just forgot some stuff and my mother wants me to come get it for my brothers," I lied.
"Your mother can bring whatever you need here herself," she said bitterly, her face nodding like a bobble head and she tried to use her eyes to intimidate me.
I shrugged and ran out. God, I'm having such a shit day, just dont be a bitch lady.
Getting up the address she gave earlier, I routed that on maps to my phone and heavily walked. When the swim centre was no longer in sight, I passed the school and headed through the park as the phone told me to.
"Fucking drink the beer. You weak cunt," An aggressive voice sounded, thats when my attention grew to the group of men to my left, sitting and drinking on a park bench.
Trying to stay near the trees, but the sticks were loud. Snap. I instantly felt eyes on me. There is no mistaking that feeling, "Hey!" A man shouted.
"Little girl! Come here," I kept walking. I brought the phone to my ear, pretending to talk.
"Girl! Fucking listen and dont be rude!"
"No, you have to sweet talk them man. Come say hey baby!" A third man shouted.
"I know you can hear me you fucking bitch! I don't have fucking patience."
I heard heavy footsteps snapping the sticks behind me, even though I shouldn't have, I dropped the phone from my ear and I started to run. Way to be obvious.
"I knew she wasn't on the fucking phone!" One yelled.
"You whore! You owe me a huge apology!" They were so loud, how had someone not come out to see what the commotion was. Way to go community.
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SIX RIDES
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