"YOU LET HIM TOUCH ME! YOU SAT THERE AND WATCH! I WAS SCREAMING FOR YOU MA, HOW COULD YOU? IM YOUR DAUGHTER!" I screamed at her with a snotty nose and tears running down my face. "Armani, YOU WAS BEGGING FOR IT, WALKING AROUND WITH TIGHTS AND CROPTOPS, YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED, ITS NOT HIS FAULT YOU WAS BEING FAST!" She yells back. "Really ma? Bein fast? That's all you buy me, crop tops, tights, and shorts." At that point I was done screaming, swiping my tears away I went to the bathroom down the hall to grab me tissue. After I got done wiping my nose, I looked in the mirror feeling disgusted with myself. No matter how many times I took a shower or soaked in bathing water, I couldn't get rid of him. I can't stop feeling him... every time, no matter how hard I scrub. (Read to find out more)