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I paced the college room my moms' friend let me borrow,
He said he would be here 10 minutes ago ,
Is he hurt? I thought.

He's probably ditching Tessa I said to myself
My thoughts growing desperate every second that passed my mind turning over the rocks of giult I thought I hid so long ago,

He doesn't love you
The nagging in my head said
He's always been late hasent he, he stopped saying I love you, he doesn't love yo-

There was a knock at the door I open it with a sigh of relief, he's here he didn't ditch ,

Then do I notice his blood shot eyes and the smell of alcohol reeking off him,

"Your drunk aren't you henry" I say with dissapotment

"Ya, he slurred I am drunk whatcha gonna do hit me?" He guffaws

I look at his face but something else catches my eye , his neck
Is covered
With
Hickies.
The pink lipstick smeared all over his neck.

I gasped
"Henry, what is that?" I choked out
he glanced at me and slurred
"We all have our trophy's Tessa, just mine was more alive." He snickers at his own joke.
We all have our trophy's.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 28, 2016 ⏰

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