Faites Moi Sortir
Sebastian opened the door to my room and walked in.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Shut up! Go away!" I cried.
He sat down next to me. "What did I do wrong?" He said.
"You make me feel like a sex doll! You and Hunter!" I yelled.
"The boy downstairs!"
"Well... How do you make you feel like a sex doll?" Sebastian laughed.
"It's not funny! You two just touch me and expect me to love you two like that. I want to be loved in a good way! I want to feel respected, not like a slut!" I explained.
Sebastian smiled. "I'm sorry, I promise I'll-"
I slapped him. "No! Just go away!"
Sebastian's expression went from nice and happy, to mad and disapointed.
"What was that for?!" He asked.
"You're a jerk! Don't you dare touch me again!"
"What the fuck! I didn't do anything right now!"
"Yeah, ot right now, but you did something before! Getting into
the bath-tub with me?! Who does that?!"
"I thought you actually wanted me to!"
"Well I didn't!" I yelled.
I slapped him again. Sebastian slapped me, too, but I fell to the ground.
"Shut up! You little slut!" He began kicking me.
"NO! MS. WOLTS, HELP!" I screamed.
"No one's going to help you!" He yelled.
Sebastian took out a pocket knife and stabbed it into my eye. I screamed as loud as ever. Ms. Wolts came in and saw. She hit Sebastian, but I don't know what happened next because I fainted.