Black Beauty (Z.A. Love Story// Explicit)

9// Hurt

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After I had gotten high, and my desires fell out of my heart, I left early the next morning because I was a mess, and my period had began again.

Days past, and eventually it had become a week since I last saw him, and then it turned into a little longer then a week.

Halloween had past, and it was boring to me; I was Mia from 'Pulp Fiction', and had to go to the nextdoor neighbours apartment party where I got high on marijuana. I only remember eating a candied apple.

It was now November, and it was nothing but colder outside. I had to ask people to deliver groceries to me because I hated going outside, and I hated to be seen.

I got messages from my mother, and hate-messages from Richard. I didn't bother to answer to those.

My mother and my father wondered if I would go back to Scottsdale in Arizona for Thanksgiving, or if they would come visit me, and none of those option appealed to me. I wasn't truly fine, and I didn't want them to know that, or else they would force me back to Arizona, which was the last place I wanted to be.

Scottsdale was the land of the older, old money-types where they had nothing better to do than raise dogs and plant swimming pools in their backyard against the mountains. I didn't really want that, not at all. I loved California.

I was sitting alone in the blue bathroom, laying my body down in the hot bath water. My hair was loose and flowing loosely around my head and around my pale shoulder, so were my breasts and the rest of my body.

I hated my body, but I admired the amount of weight I had lost. I slid my back up, and looked down at myself; my pale body; my small breasts, my pale thighs, my the white bikini-line over my crotch.

My breasts were small, but they still rose to the top. I tried to let my arms push them down, but they wouldn't stay down like I wanted them to, and I didn't want to leave the comfort of the bath.

I looked down even further to my vagina, just a pure white thing with dark hair covering it. I was torn between shaving it or leaving it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my phone light up.

I reached my wet hand for it, and saw that it was just a text message from Richard; the sad man that I left a while ago.

"I WANT TO SEE YOU AND FUCK YOU BABE" It said in bold letters.

What the hell? That is literally the last thing I want to do. I already fucked him, and it probably wasn't even love.

"Gross" I moaned as I tossed the phone onto a towel nearby.

I suddenly really felt naked, as if someone was watching me, but I knew nobody was. I decided I was done.

I quickly got up, and stepped out, then dried myself. My body was only greeted by cold air as I wrapped a towel around myself.

In my bedroom, I knew that I probably wouldn't be going out today, so I just put on a furry knit sweater and a casual skirt in the chance that I would maybe go out tonight, but I still knew that I probably wouldn't.

$$$

I sipped champagne from a wine glass as I listened to Lana Del Rey on my turntable. I really had nothing to do. As I got up to get a cigarette, my arm knudged the glass, and it fell to the ground like a suicidal body would. It shattered into hundreds of little pieces, but only made a small scream.