measured breaths. I feel as if I could easily pick her up and throw her into a tree, but I have to keep a lid on my emotions. Reacting would be a terrible mistake.
"I don't know what's wrong," Donna says suddenly. "I've always hated you, but lately it's like I can't help myself any more. It's like, whenever I see you, my blood just fucking starts boiling and I wanna smash you stupid face in. What's wrong with you?" She grabs my shoulders and tries to force me to look at her. "Why do you give out this vibe of being so fucking creepy?" she continues. "I'm genuinely curious. There's something about you that just..." She sighs. "I tell you what," she says eventually. "I'm gonna be nice to you. I'm gonna let you keep your braces in for now, though I reserve the right to rip them out whenever I feel like it. Instead, I'm gonna spit in your ear again, and this time you're gonna leave it in there. Frankly, I was insulted and a little hurt that you were so keen to get it out before. So this time, you're gonna keep it in there all the way home. I'm gonna walk with you, right to your door, to make sure you don't try to clean it out". She puts her hands on my head, to hold me in place, and then she puts her lips to my ear; a moment later, she spits a large gob of saliva straight into my ear canal, and then she holds my head firmly while I feel the slime dribble deeper down.
"Remember," she says, "you're not allowed to clean your ear out until midnight. If you try to fix it sooner, I'll find out and I'll hurt you". She pauses for a moment. "You're pathetic. You don't even struggle. Come on, get up. Time to go home".
I haul myself up and start walking. It'll only take ten minutes or so before I'm home, but I can hear Donna walking right behind me every step of the way. All I want to do is clean out my ear and then run, but I know that would just provoke her. I thought I had her sussed out, but her behavior right now seems out of character. It's almost as if she's not really herself. I guess the best thing to do is to let her feel like she's winning. I don't care about revenge. I don't care about hurting her, or about making her see the error of her ways. I just want her to stop, at least for today. So I walk home with Donna's spit in my ear, knowing all the time that she's right behind me, until finally I reach the driveway in front of my foster family's house. Evan is just getting out of his car as I walk towards the door.
"Hey, Abby," he says, before looking over at Donna. "Hi".
"Hi, Mr. Parlour," Donna says with a smile. "I was just walking Abby home".
"That's nice," Evan says, clearly shocked at the thought that I might actually have a friend. He turns to me. "Abby, maybe Donna would like to stay for dinner?"
"Oh, that's nice of you," Donna says, "but I don't know if Abby would really want that. We haven't known each other for long. It's best not to rush these things".
"Nonsense," Evan says, heading into the house. "We'll add an extra plate at the table".
Once he's gone, I turn to Donna. The thought of having her in the house makes me want to scream.
"Relax," she says, "I don't want to come into your stinking home and eat your rat-shit food. Not today, anyway. Maybe another day. Tell your fake Daddy I said thanks but no thanks". She takes a step closer. "That's right, isn't it? They aren't your real parents, are they? What happened? I guess your real parents took one look at you when you were born, saw you were a fucking asshole, and got rid of you". She smiles. "They made a good choice. They're probably having a much better life without you. The only miracle is that they didn't just put a blanket over your face and finish you off". She leans close to my face. "Don't clean your ear out until midnight. Got it?" With that, she turns and walks away.
Heading into the house, I shut the door and take a deep breath. Finally, she's gone. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Donna was right about one thing, though: my real
"I don't know what's wrong," Donna says suddenly. "I've always hated you, but lately it's like I can't help myself any more. It's like, whenever I see you, my blood just fucking starts boiling and I wanna smash you stupid face in. What's wrong with you?" She grabs my shoulders and tries to force me to look at her. "Why do you give out this vibe of being so fucking creepy?" she continues. "I'm genuinely curious. There's something about you that just..." She sighs. "I tell you what," she says eventually. "I'm gonna be nice to you. I'm gonna let you keep your braces in for now, though I reserve the right to rip them out whenever I feel like it. Instead, I'm gonna spit in your ear again, and this time you're gonna leave it in there. Frankly, I was insulted and a little hurt that you were so keen to get it out before. So this time, you're gonna keep it in there all the way home. I'm gonna walk with you, right to your door, to make sure you don't try to clean it out". She puts her hands on my head, to hold me in place, and then she puts her lips to my ear; a moment later, she spits a large gob of saliva straight into my ear canal, and then she holds my head firmly while I feel the slime dribble deeper down.
"Remember," she says, "you're not allowed to clean your ear out until midnight. If you try to fix it sooner, I'll find out and I'll hurt you". She pauses for a moment. "You're pathetic. You don't even struggle. Come on, get up. Time to go home".
I haul myself up and start walking. It'll only take ten minutes or so before I'm home, but I can hear Donna walking right behind me every step of the way. All I want to do is clean out my ear and then run, but I know that would just provoke her. I thought I had her sussed out, but her behavior right now seems out of character. It's almost as if she's not really herself. I guess the best thing to do is to let her feel like she's winning. I don't care about revenge. I don't care about hurting her, or about making her see the error of her ways. I just want her to stop, at least for today. So I walk home with Donna's spit in my ear, knowing all the time that she's right behind me, until finally I reach the driveway in front of my foster family's house. Evan is just getting out of his car as I walk towards the door.
"Hey, Abby," he says, before looking over at Donna. "Hi".
"Hi, Mr. Parlour," Donna says with a smile. "I was just walking Abby home".
"That's nice," Evan says, clearly shocked at the thought that I might actually have a friend. He turns to me. "Abby, maybe Donna would like to stay for dinner?"
"Oh, that's nice of you," Donna says, "but I don't know if Abby would really want that. We haven't known each other for long. It's best not to rush these things".
"Nonsense," Evan says, heading into the house. "We'll add an extra plate at the table".
Once he's gone, I turn to Donna. The thought of having her in the house makes me want to scream.
"Relax," she says, "I don't want to come into your stinking home and eat your rat-shit food. Not today, anyway. Maybe another day. Tell your fake Daddy I said thanks but no thanks". She takes a step closer. "That's right, isn't it? They aren't your real parents, are they? What happened? I guess your real parents took one look at you when you were born, saw you were a fucking asshole, and got rid of you". She smiles. "They made a good choice. They're probably having a much better life without you. The only miracle is that they didn't just put a blanket over your face and finish you off". She leans close to my face. "Don't clean your ear out until midnight. Got it?" With that, she turns and walks away.
Heading into the house, I shut the door and take a deep breath. Finally, she's gone. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Donna was right about one thing, though: my real
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