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When she woke up, it seemed like it was days later. Her body hurt worse than before, but everything that had happened seemed like a surreal nightmare.
Mother and father came in yelling at her. She was a whore. She let this happen.
Her father drove her to school. She spent the whole ride staring out the window and drooling on herself. When they got there, father wouldn’t even walk her into the building. As shewent down the hall, she was aware of people staring, laughing, pointing. For a moment she became lucid or at least a different kind of crazy. She screamed and started to run. She screamed and tore at her clothes. She ran down the hall, slamming herself into walls as hard as she could. She ripped her shirt open and exposed her breasts in the hallway. She screamed and punched her titties as hard as she could. She screamed out her insanity. Then, broken, she lay down in the hallway sobbing uncontrollably. Everyone stared, horrified by the broken girl.
Someone pushed through the crowd. Stephanie felt a jacket being wrapped around her. She felt herself being lifted up like a little girl. She was being carried off to a safe place, far from here. She opened her eyes and realized that she was in Mike’s arms. Tonya was by his side.
“It’s ok baby girl. We’re going to take care of you. We’ll get you out of here and away from everyone,” Mike said. “This school has really started to suck. It’s always the same shit everyday.”
“Yeah,” Tonya said. “We’ve been tired of this for a while now. You’re our ticket out of here Steph. We’re going to take your ass on the road and sell your cunt for gas money. It’s really Kerouac.”
They quickly carried her out of the school as teachers swarmed the hallways to locate the reported insane girl. They slipped out under the cover of chaos. Steph was too far gone from reality to protest. Her mind was broken.
She rocked back and forth while sitting in Mike’s car as they drove down the road. All she ever wanted was to be free of the school, the students, the way it made her feel. All of that now seemed to be the last vestige of the normal little girl she had always tried to be. As that last layer of disguise was peeled away from her, only the slut was left. No mind, no will. She was every woman, every whore. The vagina of womanhood, waiting to be fucked by man.
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