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She turns over onto her back, no, that wasn't a dream and she'd had to resist the urge to scrub her face raw last night because she could still feel his saliva on her cheek. She bites her swollen lip and can't keep tears from streaking down onto her pillow. She swallows a sob and rolls onto her side, careful not to put too much pressure on the bruise.

Swallowing *still* hurt and she fears looking at her neck today. It's safer just to stay in her room where she can control who comes in and maybe not even see anyone.

Hopefully not see anyone.

'But there's Angela and Chase and they're going to wonder where I am and I have to be stronger than this, but I'm not...'

She feels violated, like some part of her has been taken away and she's not sure how to get it back. 'Can't stop him, can't get anyone else to stop him...'

She's going to be like this for a while.