Chapter 2. Bloody palms and lips
Roxanne's Point of ViewI woke up feeling tiny hammers striking my head. Bee bites on my eyebags, and rough sands inside my eyes. 'Well, maybe I drank too much wine last night. After all, it was my first night of legal age and I had a lot of new things to do. I even went to the deser-'"Where am I?!" Bed, house, river, beach, club, mountain, volcano, of all the places that I would've been.'Why do I need to be here?! Please tell me I'm just dreaming! Please! AHHHH!'Feeling my skin burning with the scorching sun, I rounded my eyes around me to see anything that could help me but then, I just remembered that I am only wearing a pathetic blue dress, sandals, and nothing else. 'Well, if this is what you want, you have it, brother! I don't know WHY you did this to me but I hope you'll die. After all, you are the perfect definition of a prodigal son.!'But who am I to care anyway, I am me. The unwished true daughter, who was thrown away into the desert on her eighteenth birthday. Walkin
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