His Beautiful by Alejandra Hernandez

[content warning: sexual abuse]

I look down at my phone and I freeze.
My legs still hurt from last night.
My stomach drops, but I know what I have to do.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” I ask as my leg bounces. “It’s an emergency.” 
The teacher nods, and I shoot up, shuffling towards the door. 
He’ll get angry and hurt me if I don’t meet him. ​

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My crop top feels tight against my chest, and my skirt rises up, pasted against my thighs. It rises up and exposes everything.
But it’s alright.
He loves it when I wear short skirts. He says it makes me look beautiful. I’ll do anything to make him happy.
He loves it. 
He loves me. 

I walk into the bathroom. He faces away from me, 
turned towards the mirror. 
He sees me standing there and turns back to see my body.
He doesn’t look up to meet my eyes,
his gaze fixated on my breasts and thighs... A grin arises on his face. 

He pulls me into him, his hands going up my skirt and stroking my curves. 
“Beautiful,” he mumbles. “Just beautiful.”

Tears prickle in my eyes, and I smile. 
He thinks I’m beautiful...​