EVIE POV Frightened, I cast a look at the exit, knowing the last thing I wanted was to be left alone with them. When Margret knocked again, I jolted, increasingly becoming aware of the hand that was inching lower to my waist region.I didn’t know who it belonged to, and I didn’t want to find out. Shutting my eyes for a brief second, I tried to ease out of the turmoil of emotions stirring from my chest. “You’re taking an awful long time to decide, it’s okay little Evie, the more… the merrier.” The voice sounded so close to my ears, sending shivers of fears down my spine. Fuck! I hate them! I hate them so much, so much that I feel sickened by it. “Evie? Open up! I have to get ready too.” The knock came again, this time a mixture of puzzlement and urgency. “I…” I started, my voice barely above a whisper as I tried looking for an excuse that would get her to leave. “I’m so sorry Maggie, but my period came early, could you get me a pad from the drug store?” There was a pause. “Damn!
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