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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

I sat there face full of tears trying to put things together to no avail because there was no explanation for this apparently. They said he was having a bad time and no one really wanted to talk about it. Then what was he doing with my sister's picture? I hear him grunting and see him try to stand up when I clear my throat.

"Wtf is you doing here you scared the shit outta me",he says scooting back.

"Who's this?"I ask him showing him Becca's picture.

"Someone you knew doesn't get you to stay locked up in your apartment with bottles of liquor",I say.

"Why do you even care",he says standing up.

"Because she was my fucking sister so you fucking tell me who she was to you",I say getting infuriated.

"Fuck ,shit",he says running his hand through his hair.

"No shit shallock , you were the boyfriend she fell in love with and got her pregnant and didn't want the baby ain't you?",I ask.

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