we didn’t talk for a while. it was weird for me now and i didn’t know why. normally i was able to move past something like this. maybe it was because i could leave or they would leave after something like this. i didn’t know why i was uncomfortable, we didn’t even have sex. in fact, i denied his offer. i was kind of scared of going through with this. my heart was beating and i was now lying on his bed, i could feel our arms touching. i glanced over at his arm and i saw a bruise and i suddenly became interested, “do your parents beat you?” i blurted out.

he looked at me with confusion and offense, “no, why the hell would you say that?”

“you got a bruise on your arm,” i pointed out. i looked farther up his arm and looked and saw another one,...

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