At the realisation that he had killed a man, he retched. Tears and snot dribbled down his face as he vomited again and again until no more could be sp...wed from his mouth or nose.He felt a cool wet cloth on his face, and he was being pulled away from the mess he had made. He slumped back against the bedpost and Justine knelt beside him and wiped his face for him. As he looked at her, he noticed a deep scratch cutting down her collarbone and along the top of the perfect globe, which was her left. This time in first period I’m noticing a lot more eye contact from Juliette, and for a second I thought she was trying to mouth something to me. The rest of the day droned on, like usual. At the same rate of speed as usual. I walk out of my seventh and last period of the day, and go out into the front face of the school, where my dad usually picks me up from school. I waited a little bit and was surprised with a text from my dad saying: “Hey Jake, I’m going to be running a little late today, I. The need inside her controls her.’ ‘I thought that she was doing ok, that everything was getting better. I was wrong….so wrong.’ ‘What are you going to do Misha?’ ‘I’ve told her to get out. I can’t carry on anymore. Not after this….’ ‘You really expect her to be gone when you get back? Are you crazy man? She’s going to be there waiting for you. She relies on you and she knows what you’re like, how to manipulate you. She’s an expert at it.’ Taking a drink from his bottle, Misha sighed, ‘I’m. The sailors pinched and poked and patted me as I passed, pointing and whispering and admiring my body. My face was flushed with shame as I hurried back and forth between the kitchen and the dining area. The bowels of stew were hot and once when I reacted to a particularly painful pinch I spilled a bowl on a sailor who leapt up and roared in anger. In a rage he slapped my face and then my breasts. I was too stunned to move. He took the bowel and poured the remains of the stew over my breasts. .