Mom is sitting at the kitchen table when I walk in. I must look horrible because she gasps as I walk into the kitchen. I remember our shopping trip as soon as I look at her.
"Oh Mom, I am sorry." I say.
"Where have you been? I called Max and he said you got on a motorcycle with a boy." She says.
I don't know what to say. 'Well, Mom I took a ride to a biker house and got gang-fucked.' No, that won't go over good... 'Well, Mom this boy paid me $500 to fuck me and two of his friends fucked me afterwards.' Not much better...
"Taylor, where were you and what were you doing?" Mom says, her voice rising.
I can feel my agony rising and I start to cry.
"What has happened to you? Talk to me." She says.
"Oh, I don't know Mom, maybe I got brutally fucking raped in my own living room? That would be a good start!" I say and turn to leave the room.
I hear her crying behind me and I think I hear an apology before I hit the stairs. I go into my room and fall onto my bed. I cry for a while and then curl up into a ball. I feel something stabbing me and I reach into my uniform pocket and pull out the wad of money and a piece of paper.
Sweetheart, Don't give up.
I fall asleep crying, holding the crumpled paper. I wake up and I feel crusty. The cum has dried on my thighs and it feels gross. I am so dirty. I crawl out of bed and slip out of my uniform. My panties and bra are gone and I have no idea where they are. I walk into the bathroom and take a shower. The warm water brings me back to life for a moment. I finish, slip into my robe and go into my room. My uniform is on the floor and it is filthy. I pick it up and carry it to the washing machine. I stuff it in and start the washer.
