Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Mom hated that. She thought I was wasting my life away.
Yeah, I guess I was, but she didn’t understand that there was nothing for me to live for anymore. My dreams were all ashes in my mouth. I lived a life of regret. I know I’d fucked up big time. I could see clearly now that in every situation I’d gone and made the wrong choice, done the wrong thing.
I no longer liked life.
Plus…
She didn’t know what really happened to me in New York.
How a man I met at a bar lured me to a secret party that he claimed would be crammed full of the richest men on earth. I was so excited. I couldn’t believe my luck. Here was my chance. I’d show Willow I could bag myself a rich man too.
It was true they were all insanely rich, some of them had flown in from Dubai specially for the party, but they were perverted rich men.
I was drugged and used all night long as if I was a piece of meat. So many men entered me. Roughly, they entered all my orifices. None of them used a condom. They filled me with their cum. There was so much cum, it seeped from my mouth, my sex, and my ass. When I vomited later, I vomited cum. It was the most horrible taste.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. My mouth was frozen.
But they knew I was suffering because tears ran out of the sides of my eyes the whole time. I think they liked seeing me cry because they laughed. Their faces were a blur. They were like children. They pressed, they pinched, they prodded, they bit, they even took me to a bathroom and pissed on me.
I felt like a toilet.
By the time they were all finished I was bleeding badly. The man who took me to the party dropped me off at my apartment.
“You’ll be all right in a few days,” he said, and after putting a couple of hundred dollars next to me he left.
I never saw him again.
In the cold light of the morning, I stood in front of the mirror, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was not an inch on my body that was not blue and black with bruises. I couldn’t walk straight for days.
I let the most obvious bruises heal before I fled from New York and went back to Bison Ridge.
Everybody wondered why I’d come back. I told them New York was overrated. I would never tell anyone what those men had done to me. How they had used me.
Of course, I was never the same.
While I was at the salon yesterday, I’d learned that Steven was getting married. It hurt to hear that. Once he had loved me and I had thrown it away. I hated to admit it, but I deeply regretted what I did. I should have married him. Then New York and those terrible men would never have happened.
I would never have become the sad drunk I am now.
“Hi, honey,” my mom said.
“Hi Mom,” I replied, trying not to slur my words.
“Have you been sitting there all day?”
“Leave me alone, Mom.”
“Honey, I’m just worried about you.”
“Yeah. Well don’t. I’m fine.”
“You’re not. You sit in front of the TV all day long drinking. It’s not healthy, Tiff. You’re a young woman. You have your whole life to live.”
“For heaven’s sake, leave me the fuck alone.”
“Stop swearing. I can’t leave you alone, Tiff. You’re ruining your life.”
“Do you still have Steven’s number, Mom?”
“Why?”
“I just thought I’d call and congratulate him. He’s getting married, isn’t he?”
“He is.”
“Well, do you have his number?”
“Yes, I have his number, but you can’t call him, Tiff. He’s got a kid with that woman.”
I got to my feet unsteadily. “Give me his number,” I screamed.
My mother did what she always did, she gave in to my tantrum and gave me his number. Maybe that’s why I hated her so much.
Maybe I would call him. After all, he was mine first.
Maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will make the first right decision for the first time in my life.
The End.