![]() ![]() ![]() I just don’t think they care about how I feel. I’m not giving them the benefit of doubt. ![]() It clatters to the floor, but I spin around, heading for the exit. Harper reaches out to place her dirtied napkin on me again, but I step back too, stumbling against a chair. “It’s okay, honey,” Harper says, “Daisy’s a good friend of ours.” Starting a new war by shouting fuck you sounds like the worst idea in the world, so while fleeing may seem like the cowardly option-it’s the one that calms every part of me. So many people would tell these girls to fuck off after what they did to me, but the trauma of their actions still sits with me, every day of my life. I breathe through my nose, nausea building, and I only realize now that my arms and legs tremble. “Get back.” She steps in between us and their hands tear off me. “Hey.” Willow-quiet, shy Willow-shoves ahead of me. “Kidding,” Harper tells me, tying her own dark hair off to the side. ![]()
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