Sixty-nine: Strength

Temperance

Tossing and turning through the night.

My sleep has always been weary. The only time I ever got a full night of sleep was whenever my father would knock me unconscious.

Being by Alec would help me. All I would do is put my hand on his chest. His chest moving up and down would help lull me to sleep.

I turn towards the wall on the stained twin sized mattress. I look at the door, staring through the fist sized hole.

Alec isn't here anymore. It's just me.

My sheets and pillow smell like my room. Our room. They smell like Alec.

I inhale the scent, letting a tear slip down my scarred cheek.

I feel disgusted letting my wonderful sheets touch this disgusting mattress. It's the only thing blocking my skin from touching the stains but it still makes me cringe.

People have no doubt had sex on this mattress. This is a whore house after all. My only question is how long will I be able to stay here?

I have to pay up someday and they will make me do it with my body.

I don't want that.

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