Free At Last!
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A tragic love/hate story about a boy and girl. She is nice. So is he but not to her. "Fuck you. You are nothing. No one wants you. Fat girls are prettier than you." Sam said, yelling right in my face. He had me pushed up against the wall. Tears were streaming down my face. "Stop crying. It makes you look uglier." "I-I-I'm sor-" "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! FUCKIN BITCH!" He slapped me. I put my hand to my aching cheek. That was the hundredth time he hit me. I felt so hurt. I couldn't stop crying. He just stood there examining me. Sighing loudly, He let me go. I ran to my room and slammed the door. I sunk to the floor and cried. Later I heard a soft knock on my door. I ignored it. Sam came in anyways. I remained looking at the floor. "Let me see you." He said softly. Like he cared about me. I felt his hand under my chin, lifting my head. I looked at him with my tear stained eyes. His hand brushed my cheek. "I want to be alone." I said to him. He gave me a sad look and nodded. Hearing the door close, I started to cry again. Why is my life like this? I can't do this anymore
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"Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom." I stood up and with that I went. "What the hell is Sam doing here?" I asked myself. I got to the bathroom and put on my lipstick and fixed my hair then a drunk man entered the bathroom while smoking. I got chills as he gave me the discomforting look of lust. "Am I in a gender neutral bathroom?", I asked myself. I continued browsing myself in the mirror and tried not to give him much of attention. Next thing, I felt him grab my behind roughly and I quickly turned and got his hand off me. "Oh feisty!" he licked his lips and spanked me. "Get your dirty hands off of me, you street rat!" He slapped me then held my waist violently and aggressively so I could not get out of the hold. He pinned me against the wall and rubbed my inner thighs while I tried to break free but he then pushed me harder onto the wall. "You like it rough, don't you, Beauty?" he asked as he licked my neck to my ear. I could smell him and it was awful. He was under the influence but stronger than I thought. He slipped his fingers under me roughly and I cried and yelled for help but he strangled me and my voice was not audible, it was throbbing and hurting in every manner. I tried to push him off me but that was the more I got bruised, he then burnt me with his cigarette on my neck. He was overpowering me and all I could do was cry. "Get off me, I don't want this. Please!" I cried out but he kept laughing and licking my neck while his fingers penetrated me into tears. ***Continually Edited***

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