Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Either that was a lie, or she wasn’t bothered by the whole thing, which was odd because as dumb as she is, she still believes in her parents’ marriage and that happily ever after bullshit. That’s why she’s still on that Shane kid’s dick.
But that night she’d let me into her car all smiles. We’d done some coke, or at least I had, and was glad that I didn’t have to spend my last little bit of cash. But the little bit of shit she had wasn’t enough.
Then she’d called our dealer. I remember that clearly because I remember joking about how creepy that guy was, always leering at me.
Then as if a switch had been pulled, after she’d called him and told him where to meet us, she’d changed. I wasn’t prepared so didn’t expect the punch to my face or the hair pulling that followed.
I just remember her taking my phone and kicking me out of her car, literally. The rest of the weekend was a blur. I remember the dealer, what’s his name again? Sid, that’ right, his name is Sid.
I remember Sid showing up, I remember getting into his car and him taking me home and cleaning my face. Then we did some coke and maybe I had a hit of meth for the first time. Yeah, that was good!
But after that I don’t have any real recollection of anything, other than lots and lots of amazing sex. So why am I here? “How did I get here?”
“I picked you up from the hovel Sid and his friends left you in.”
“What? Why did they leave me somewhere? What the hell is going on?”
“You don’t have a home remember?” How does she know that?
“How do you know that?”
“Everybody knows, just like everybody knows what a coked out bitch you are. And pretty soon they’re all going to know about all the other shit you’ve done over the years.”
“You’ve done shit too you bitch.”
“Yeah, but I never crossed the line into criminal behavior. Oh by the way you might want to go to the free clinic and get checked. I hear Sid and his buddies aren’t exactly clean and from what I have you doing on camera…” She held up a computer stick, “I’m afraid you may have caught something.”
As she turned away I recognized the kids that were standing around. They were all the kids that I’d bullied or tormented over the years. They were leering and jeering at me but I still didn’t understand what was happening.
I looked down at my half naked self, at the underwear that didn’t even look familiar and saw what was all over my skin and in my hair that was making me sticky. Sperm! I was covered in sperm from head to toe.
Liz’ words registered and I started to scream. Sid, I’d had sex with Sid? I rolled over and threw up when I remembered his rotting teeth and his leering eyes. I also remembered some of his more diabolical proclivities and was afraid that I’d done something worse than screw a disease infested horde.
The scream went on and on as their laughter grew louder. I jumped to my feet and tried grabbing the stick from her hand, but someone else pushed me from behind.
I fell again, which was the worst thing I could’ve done. It just gave the vultures easier access to pounce on me. “Don’t bite her, and don’t get her blood on you, you never know what she caught over the weekend.”
22
Mandy
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I stopped feeling their kicks and punches. My mind had gone to a different place. I removed myself from the situation and instead thought of how I got here. How everything had come to this end. How I’d gone from riding high, to getting kicked like a dog on the floor.
If Stanley had done his job, none of this would be happening. It’s like I’d told him before, he was a worthless piece of shit. It’s all because of him that things had gone wrong.
Because of him that my life had become like this. He’s the one who should be enduring this, not me. He’s the one who’d plunged the knife into that bitch after all.
I rolled over onto my side and stared at the wall as above me they carried on screaming and yelling about all the things I’d done to them. What sniveling idiots.
I closed my eyes no longer caring what they saw, or what they thought, and was thankful for the effect of the drugs that had made me numb, though I felt some of the pain from the harder kicks and punches.
When they grew tired, or when my nonresponse finally registered they stopped. No one checked to see if I was dead or alive before they walked away, just leaving me there, like trash.