The Disposable
Danny's POV I woke up face down on my dorm mattress, still wearing the pink hoodie. It smelled like woodsmoke and expensive soap, his scent. I scrambled to the communal bathroom and scrubbed at my skin until it was red and raw, desperate to wash the feeling of his hands off me. But the soreness between my thighs was a permanent reminder. I had really done it. I had let my mother’s husband use me like a piece of lab equipment. What if he looks at me today, back to his "I Hate You Freak" mode. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. I also thought about the text message sitting on my phone like a live grenade. The stalker had seen us. He had seen Chadwick pinning me to that desk, he had seen me unraveling under my stepfather’s touch. But how? how did he see us? I just didn't under
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