Shemika
I slid down from the top of the bed, and the moment I crashed onto the floor, shards of glass from the frame that had fallen earlier pierced my skin. I sobbed quietly as I watched my body bleed from the cuts.
Cruz stepped out of the bathroom, his d**k still dangling underneath him as he walked. "You should have just listened to me when I asked you to leave the club and come with me. I wouldn't have hurt you this much." He slurred as he fumbled for his pants to wear them.
I lost control over my emotions and I lifted my eyes up to look at him. Our eyes locked and he laughed, satisfaction etched on his face.
I scrambled for a larger piece of the glass on the floor, and I picked it, holding it tight around my fingers with its sharp, pointed edge left out to serve as my weapon.
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