She lay on the floor. Covered in blood. Her hands were tangled in her hair, tears streaming from her eyes. Her heart was beating faster. She could hear his whisper, his laughter, his voice in her ears. When she took a breath, she could smell his scent. When she moved even an inch of her body, she felt his touch.
***
"Ania, be careful. You know what happens at discos like this," her mother said anxiously.
"Yes, Mom, I know. But I'm not going there alone. I'm going with my friends," the girl sighed and ran her lipstick across her lips.
"Don't drink beer..."
"Mom! Stop it... I've heard that a million times," the girl grimaced.
"Okay. And don't go to the bathroom alone," her mother said, handing her daughter her jacket.
"I know, I know... Will you tell Dad to pick me up at three?" she asked, applying mascara.
"Yes, I'll tell him. You look beautiful." But remember... Watch out for boys, because they only care about one thing...
"Yes, Mom. Bye," the girl said, and kissed her mother on the cheek. She left with a smile on her face.
***
Someone entered the restroom, so the girl untangled her hands from her hair and covered her mouth. She didn't want anyone to hear her sobs. She felt a sudden rush of heat. Then cold. And so on. Someone jiggled the doorknob. "
Is it occupied?" the girl squealed. That voice. It was the blonde in the red blouse who used to hang around her Maciek. Definitely. That voice was impossible to forget. She curled up and hid her face in her blouse, which, stained with blood, had changed color. "Go away! Get out!" she wanted to scream, but she choked it back. She closed her eyes.
*** "
Anka, see that boy in the beige pants?" her friend nudged her. "
He's staring at you. So what?" the girl grimaced. Half the guys drooled over the sight of Aśka walking down the street in the morning, let alone at a disco like this.
"No! He's clearly looking at you..." the girl smiled mysteriously.
***
The blonde emerged from the restroom. The girl wanted to get up, but felt a strange pain in her lower abdomen. Her eyes were filled with tears, making it difficult to see clearly. She knew what she looked like. Her blouse torn at the breasts, her pants pulled down to mid-knee along with her panties, her hair disheveled, blood drying on her body, her makeup smeared, and she felt breathless. She pulled up her panties and cringed. She couldn't believe what had happened. Why had she let Aśka persuade her to approach him? She'd known right away that he had a nasty look in his eyes. But he'd noticed her, not Aśka, and that impressed her. And now she had it coming. She should go to the police. No! They wouldn't be able to prove anything to him anyway... And they'd drag her through the mud and say it was her fault. Would she get pregnant? Or maybe he'd infected her with HIV or some other disease? She heard him laugh.
A shower. She had to wash his touch off her as quickly as possible. She ran out of the bathroom, tripping over her pants. She quickly adjusted them, not buttoning them fully, ignoring the pain. No one noticed her. Perhaps such a sight was common there? Aśka flashed before her eyes with some guy. But Anka quickly forgot about her. She walked to her car. She had her driver's license, but her hands were shaking. She cursed under her breath. She couldn't find her keys. She'd left them in her purse. And her purse? She didn't know where... It must have been left somewhere on the table. What had just happened had made her lose control. She also couldn't remember how she'd gotten home. She nimbly entered through the open window. She jumped into the shower. Sh
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