"who's this?" your mother asked as she eyed me, my hair a wreck.
my bruises on show,
your shirt off.
i'd
f
a
l
l
e
n
asleep
in your bed.
"she's ... my girlfriend, mom."
her face showed nothing
short of
d i s g u s t.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
