I tore the shirt off and tossed it on the floor on my way to the bathroom. I was told to keep my head low and to not make waves. That hadn't lasted twenty-four hours and I was pissed off. The small cut burned and I grabbed some tissue and wet it with cool water from the sink.
The shock more than the cut itself made me cry out when the b***h cut me. It was little more than a scratch. Dumb, dumb, dumb. The safest place in the world for me and I was stabbed. Yes, slight exaggeration, but it was only day one.
A knock sounded on my door.
Did he follow me? The last thing I needed was anyone taking interest in me and now I had a group of bullies and a guy too hot for his own damn good giving me grief. I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over my head, not bothering to put a bandage on the cut.
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