The Bullies Who Own My Nights
The clinic smells like bleach and other people's fear, and my jaw still aches from last night.
I'm counting pills into paper cups when the front door bangs open hard enough to shake the glass.
End of Chapter 4
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveThe clinic smells like bleach and other people's fear, and my jaw still aches from last night.
I'm counting pills into paper cups when the front door bangs open hard enough to shake the glass.
End of Chapter 4
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