Lifting me off the ground, he carries me to the side of the car and lays me across the back seat. I can’t call Jay, that would be stupid. I hide in the bathroom, locking the door behind me, and rock myself, silently crying from pain and betrayal. I do welcome comments and ideas, I love interaction with my loyal readers. Tonight they’d suit perfectly. Jay gradually begins to pump in and out, creating a friction within. Nobody cares what I do or if I make it home alive, so I’ve sort of learned to keep to myself. I could have held him longer, maybe instilled true feelings in him if I tried hard enough. Pulling on my favorite sweatshirt out of habit, I flip the hood up over my head and hat, further concealing my injury, and run to the bus stop.
