r. But I don't know who they are, because for me, it's been the opposite. The older

, a one-night seed, a mistake. They call my mother a prostitute, but I've never believed it. Even though I've seen many men with her, she keeps telling me not to believe what people

n, her past keeps hitting me... an

-

was dragging me down. My legs felt like they weighed a to

em to touch me!" I snapped, breat

, gripping my hand tighter, "you'll do it

stomach twis

trying t

rough me, yanking me

ually, like she was ta

hing wrong if you get raped too

re it's

lept with the man

mistake. A bastard. A da

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er echoed-cr

. We gotta go now. I guess

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ide me, her voic

riendship costs. And right n

st

ye

le the men closed in. One of them lifted me off the ground. I was screaming, but no one could hear m

screamed, beating at them

struggled, the

ed. One of the men held down my hand. Another was moving his hand under m

gather what strength I ha

at wouldn't free me. It

face, splitting my lip. A

when I

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reams. My schol

d finally be free from

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was cold.

you are? Why would you barge in

repeat myself,"

have no right to tell us what to do. And yo

f me and move

unches, things breaking, th

't see clearly, I kn

hattered-a

body slamming into the wall,

creamed, "You

ase stop! We didn't

do you want more?"

wo me

, I thought

, "I want to be the o

till in trouble. Maybe eve

e!" His voice

fect of his presence. His voice did something str

what little I could see told

ate, I could smell his colog

terrifying. But

ed me u

I screamed, managing to sc

houted, gla

call three men to join me," he

om. He threw me on the bed li

ght the two other men migh

a gan

is shirt and cl

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passe