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fresh wave of tears I’d been trying to hold back.
    “Please Brice…leave…” I whispered, backing away as he advanced.
    “She’s too good for me?! She deserves better than me?! My dick is small anyways?!” Brice screamed the same words I’d spoken to June during her three day mour ning period. Except the part about his dick being small…June must have added that in for her own satisfaction.
    “I…I never…”
    “That’s right?! How would you ever know?!” Brice snickered, grabbing the arm I had clasped over my chest.
    “Don’t! Please stop!” I cried when he grabbed both my breasts in his hands and squeezed hard.
    “How w ould you ever know unless you saw for yourself bitch?!” Brice whispered, his nose barely an inch from mine.
    “You’re hurting me!” I sobbed, my hands suddenly pinned when I tried to smack him away from me.
    I was big, but he was strong. He spun me before I could react, his hands gripping my bulging belly as he forced me against the bed, bending me over.
    “Briiiiiice….Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaase….” I cried when I felt his hands suddenly lifting my skirt from behind, cool air on the back of my bare cheeks .
    This didn’t happen to fat girls! He was going to…. Oh God that hurt….
    I was pinned. A rushing river seemed to be inside my head, the roar so loud that I could no longer tell if I was screaming for real or if it was just inside. The sound of a zipper, and then more weight. Full. Deep. Sharp. Tearing.
    My eyes closed as he continued to grunt out obscenities in my ear. My scalp hurt, my pretty hair clasped in his fingers as he pulled hard, keeping me in place.
    Blackness closed in and I gave myself to it willingly. If only I hadn’t thrown the razor under the bed. I could have used it now.
    “You don’t deserve to live,” he whispered just as it took me under, a different kind of warmth seeping down my legs now.
    He was right. I didn’t.

Chapter 3*
    12 a.m.
    I blinked as a knock sounded on the outer door of our dorm suite. I hadn’t been back in my bedroom since Brice left. The living room floor was as far as I’d made it after smashing everyth ing in sight. There wasn’t much in this room to smash. There were four bedrooms to each dorm suite, three of them housing two girls each. The fourth was a master bedroom reserved for the resident advisor. We all kept out personal items in our rooms, the living room held a T.V., sofa and coffee table. The coffee table had been too heavy to do much damage to, and so I’d flipped it leaving the m iddle of the floor empty. The TV was light enough that I’d been able to heave it three separate times at the pictures hanging on the wall, shattering the image of three of my roommates as well as the screen . Them with their perfect smiles and perfect bodies, they mocked me. That would show them.
    The knocked sounded again and my eyes finally lifted from the burning pages of the Cosmopolitan magazine spread in front of me. There was no smoking in these dorms, but since our resident advisor had moved out a week earlier, the other girls had taken to leaving their ashtrays and lighters in plain sight. Their skinny girl magazines had been the only thing I could burn without going to jail for arson. Served them right. Someone was probably here about the fire though. Strange that the alarm hadn’t gone off.
    My hands crossed over my still naked chest, and my eyes lowered as a third knock came, the outer door creaking open this time. We never locked it, our bedroom doors all had keyed entries. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this, but I didn’t have the energy to run and hide in my room.
    “What are you doing in here… Witch! ?” I hissed as a narrow face peeked around the crack.
    She didn’t deserve that, but it felt good to see the discomfort flicker across her petite features.
    Why should I be the only one in pain?
    Long frizzy black locks seem ed to be never ending as the girl took one hesitant step into the living room, her