-Essence-
Tyree left after he basically raped me, and i'm still in this same spot on the bed. My panties are still around my ankles, and i'm just watching the ceiling like it's going somewhere. I feel around for my phone without moving my eyes and bring it above my face. I go to my music list and play Rehab by Rihanna and set it for replay, before tossing my phone to my side. I close my eyes and let the lyrics wrap around me...almost like I'm in a dream, i feel like i'm the one singing
Me: baby, baby. when we first met, i never felt somethin so strong. You were like my lover, and my bestfriend all wrapped into one with a ribbon on it. And all of a sudden-
My phone rings and cuts off me and Rihanna's whole vibe. I pick it up and and bring it to my face, and see it's my friend Andrea. I slide my finger across the screen and slowly bring the phone up to my ear and sigh.
Me: hello?
Andrea: hello, im lookin for Essence Carter? I must have the wrong the wrong number cuz you sound dead.
I sit up and kick off my panties and start undressing so I can shower again. I fake a yawn.
Me: wassup Andrea, im bout to get in the shower
Andrea: what you doin today?
Me: i dont know
Andrea: well im bout to tell you
Me: of course you are
Andrea: yeah yeah, okay so I saw these jeans girl you would love them! swear! and, girl forget the maternity section we gon take it to the plus size section
Me: plus size?! im not that big yet
Andrea: well you gotta prepare
Me; whatever, ima call you back when I get out the shower
Andrea: okay, hopefully gets your attitude right
Me: byye
I hang up and turn the water on. I step in the shower, grab my towel and scrub so hard my skin might come off... All the soap and water in the world couldn't wash Tyree's sweat smell off of me. So, finnally I step out dripping wet and look in the mirror. I stare hard and make up my mind. I grab my phone and call Andrea back.
Andrea: hellooo?
Me: hey...I wanna buy a gun
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