blackwingingit

 I bolted upright in my bed and I looked around, wildly. I was in a cold sweat and my pulse was racing. I had that stupid dream again! That dream where I would sex it up with anyone interested, as long as they bought me some sort of fix- drugs, shoes, alcohol, whatever. In this dream, I had just hooked up with a much older man in a bathtub filled with champagne. Now that I was awake, I felt totally defiled. I buried my face in my hands and tried to relax, but it wasn’t happening. I reached for my bubbles on my nightstand and began to blow them to even out my breathing. They smelled like fake strawberries. I had bought these from some do

 As soon as I got back to my room, I began packing all of my things back up so that I could make a clean getaway as soon as I could. I was listening for my Aunt the whole time, waiting for her to step outside so that I could seize her phone. I didn’t have a cell phone yet, and I needed to call home and tell my parents that they needed to come and get me. I had already been there longer than I had agreed to. As soon as I heard the door close, I grabbed the nearest phone and called home. “Hello?” my dad answered after the 2nd ring. “Hi, dad, it’s Rose.” I said into the phone, barely above a whisper. ̶