"What do you want?" Sophia said as matter-of-factly as she could."You know, your attempt to sound cold only make you sound more cute." Fuck you," Soph...a said calmly, without a hint of anger in her voice."What's your problem?" Amelia said, offended."What's my problem? I'll tell what my problem is," Sophia retorted while staring into the nothingness in front of her, "That little stunt you pulled cost me my boyfriend. He never wants to see me again. Or either of you." What the fuck? Just cos he. She did that but the unseemly scene that Peter created was disturbing in the extreme. In full view of the hospital staff and other patients, he insisted that he would eat only from her hands. He made protests as to how she could be away for so long. I felt so helpless, so belittled at the humiliation meted out to her when this was reported to me by those in the Infirmary in her absence. And yet, I argued with myself that perhaps, he was not wrong and that he really loved her so much and wanted. I walked passed my door to the living room, seeing the marks on it where a lock had once been. Another pang ran through me as I realized once more how vulnerable I actually was. Anyone could just open the door and come in at any moment, I was helpless to stop them. However, just anyone was not who I was worried about tonight. I began my nightly routine, removing all of my clothes and placing them in the hamper. I glanced at the clock once again, two minutes to ten. I would soon know my fate. I. She nodded. "Just concentrate on having a winning ticket while you draw the symbol. That's the Magic, your force of will."I shook my head, thinking we had just wasted my last ten dollars, but I closed my eyes and with my fingertip drew a dollar sign on the back of the ticket. Under my breath, I repeated, "Winning ticket," over and over.I didn't feel anything happen, so I opened my eyes and looked at Jordan. She handed me a nickel. I took it and played the game on the face.At first, I wasn't.