Ivy
I was at a loss for words. Even if I wanted to talk, I couldn't. Sobs ripped through my chest as I ripped into the giant roll of paper towels and began scrubbing the evidence off of my thighs.
I thought of his face and the panic and fear I saw there. I thought of the way he looked down at the blood on himself and the disgust I felt that my body did that. I wasn't on my monthly. I knew that. But my blood was on him.
And I don't think I've ever felt so disgusted at my body for betraying me like that. I felt shame because I didn't know what happened. We had s*x. I knew that much. It hurt and then it felt good but why did I bleed?
Was it his piercings? Did he cut me? Was I going to die? I scrubbed and scrubbed at my thighs until I didn't see any more of me or him on my skin and tried t
