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| ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As she stumbled through her door, she let out a horrific scream and began bawling. Reeking of alcohol, latex and cigarettes, she crawled to the bathroom. Claire felt abused and worthless, like one of those dogs at the Humane Society; the ones that would make a good pet if someone only gave them a chance. Hovering over the toilet, she began to purge. The wine that went down with giggles was now coming out with a burning disgust. It seemed everything that used to be important to her was coming out into this man-made porcelain hole. Her head rested on the seat. This was the only comfort she'd felt in a long time; comfort similar to a young girls sleeping in her parents bed after a bad dream. But those days are over now. How could he do that to her? Even after saying �NO!� so many times, he still forced that upon her. Her once innocent self, who hadn�t a care in the world, is now seeing her innermost, promiscuous self shine through. She crawled over to the shower, making it extra hot to be sure she washed EVERYTHING away. She gave something so special and important to her to a total stranger. Yeah she knew him, but not well enough to give away something so sacred. Why did he do it? Who knows� She should have listened when Genie said that he was aggressive and used women. She should have, but didn't. Now she's all alone, crying, pitying herself with her head resting on the white walls of her shower. All of this to fit in. |
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