Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Fine.” And then I train all of my focus on peeing, because I’ll be damned if they don’t have to listen after forcing me to do this while they’re here. I’m trembling by the time I finish up, but I won’t let them see it, taking a couple of deep breaths to steady myself before flipping the lock and opening the door. The four of them stand there, looking at me in disgust.
“Took you long enough,” Tiana growls, rolling her eyes. Eyes that are so full of hatred, I’m actually surprised. We’ve never really had that much to do with each other—she’s always trying to get into somebody’s pants, usually Tucker’s.
Tucker. Does she know we kissed? Is that what this is all about? Because I would tell her I’ve regretted it every minute since then. I have already been punished.
“And yet you’re still here,” I mutter, nudging my way between two of the girls to wash my hands. Glancing up at them in the mirror, I find them falling into a row behind me.
“You know, you’ve got a shitty attitude,” Tiana informs me. She would know, wouldn’t she?
“I really don’t know what this is about, and I need to get home, so could we just get it over with?” My hands are steady as I reach for the paper towels, but my mind is racing. What do I do? I’m way outnumbered.
“You want to get it over with?” The short, sharp laugh Tiana barks out has the power to chill my blood. “Are you sure about that?”
There’s no chance for me to answer before two of the girls grab me, one on each arm, holding on tight as I fight in almost blind panic. “What are you doing? Get the fuck off me!” I grunt, twisting and shoving and only making them hold on tighter.
“I’m sick and tired of you.” Taking my jaw in her hand, Tiana holds my head still, her fingers squeezing hard. She’s going to leave a bruise. “You ruined my fucking night last night, you stupid cunt.”
“How?” I manage to ask, gritting my teeth against the pain. “I wasn’t out last night.” If I had any idea they would do this, I would’ve run from the room the moment I came out of the stall.
“You got in my fucking way, because you got in his fucking head,” she snarls. “I had to hear your fucking name come out of his mouth while his cum was in mine. Do you know what that’s like? He hates you so much, he couldn’t even focus on me. You dumb bitch.”
I can’t focus on anything she’s saying because it feels like she’s pulling words out of thin air, completely at random. “I don’t get it,” I have to admit, jerking my head away. She lets go, but her friends do not.
Smirking, she glances at them. “Get her on the floor,” she orders, setting off a whole new nightmare as I struggle pointlessly while all three girls wrestle me to the floor. The sticky, filthy bathroom floor.
Disconnect. You’re not here. Nothing is happening. It’s my own voice in my head, barking orders at me, breaking through the laughter and taunting coming from the girls.
But it helps, allowing me to relax a little. I no longer smell the bathroom, the air freshener meant to cover up the odor but only adding to the nastiness. I don’t feel the tile floor underneath me, and it doesn’t matter how many people have walked over it today while my hair fans out over it. I can take a shower. I can wash my clothes.
“You know, you don’t have a bad body. You’d look good if you knew how to dress.” It’s the closest thing to a compliment Tiana has ever given me, though I know better than to think it’s sincere. “I think I would like to see more of it, in fact.”
Disconnect. You’re not here. You feel nothing. The harder I fight, the worse this is going to be. All I can do is focus on my breathing, keeping it slow and steady while the girls laugh and taunt and lift my T-shirt up to my chest, over my boobs.
“What? Are you gonna cry?” Tiana asks before bending at the waist, grabbing my bra and yanking it upward so I’m exposed. “Look at you. Look what a pathetic slut you are,” she sneers.
I don’t know why she’s doing this. I don’t know who she’s talking about. What brought all of this on—it’s still a mystery. That doesn’t keep my skin from flushing or my nipples from going hard in the cool air.
“I think she likes this,” one of the girl’s jeers.
“Of course she does,” Tiana replies with a hate-filled snarl as she stands over me. “Let’s let everybody know how much fun she’s having.”
No. Not this. She is not pulling out her phone, intending to take a picture of me like this. Pinned to the floor with my boobs hanging out.