ISLA
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When I woke up the next morning, I thought that what had happened last night had been a nightmare, but one look at the mirror was proof that last night had happened.
He’d kissed me. I’d let him.
I’d stabbed him. He’d let me.
Then he kissed me again.
I stripped the dress away immediately and dumped it in the trash. I didn’t intend to wash it. I wanted to get rid of it.
My head was pounding. I wasn’t sure if it was from lack of sleep or from the wine last night. I’d drunk a lot. I couldn’t remember the last time I drank anything. I had been hoping to forget everything that was currently happening in my life. I didn’t expect the cause of the problem to walk into my room and give me a more memorable reminder of my current life.
There were faint specks of dried blood on my shou
