Oh god. That hurt. That hurt so badly I couldn't contain it. I broke down in sobs again, uncontrollable, unexplainable. Larissa held me again. I don't remember a lot after that. I remember her getting me some water and eventually leading me upstairs to their guest room, where I laid down gratefully and fell into fitful, lonely sleep. I dreamed of my father making love to me, and then throwing me out, nude, ashamed of me, into the world. My friends mocked me, and I was left alone. I woke up to fresh tears.
I know its more complicated than that, but in my mind, he was done with me, and I was nothing but garbage. I couldn't even be mad at him anymore. I figured that anyone would have done the same once they understood what I was: a disgusting child who'd sink so low as to seduce her own bloo
