MADDIE
May 9th 2018
The potent aroma of s*x fills my airways. The need to get up and walk out is paralyzing. There's a strong, stinging sensation simmering in the back of my throat and my poor stomach demands to rid itself of this morning's contents. My eyes threaten to leak tears of torture and the desire to throw up prevails. I clamp my hand over the bottom half of my face, trying to block the musky odour from punishing my senses any further.
"You're lucky you didn't break my nose Maddie-baby." Chad stares at me with rolled-up tissues stuck up his nostrils.
"If I wanted to, I would have." I declare.
"You're so extra when you throw your tantrums." He places his handheld mirror face down on his desk.
"I was born extra. Besides, I think it's quite an improvement." I
