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Tuck your hair behind your ears

One

Frank:

Well, it looks like another night on the streets tonight. My boss started to get overly touchy. Usually it's just 'accidentally' brushing her hands a little too high up my thighs when I was re-stocking the shelves or staring through the little window in the door when I was getting changed but today was a step too far. When I was getting some more mangos for the fruit section in the stock room, she came in. All I knew was that someone had locked the door and turned the light off. She pushed my against the wall and started to grab my crotch. Thankfully I have only just been scraping enough for the homeless shelter and so I haven't shaved in a few days so she didn't try to kiss me. When my (already tight) skinnies didn't get any tighter she started getting frustrated and started to run her nails along my chest under my shirt. Her plastic extensions scraping my pale skin leaving little red lines. She pushed my long black hair behind my ears and started to suck on the skin just below my ears, giving my a painful hickey. Not wanting to be fired I took it and just waited for her to realise it wasn't working and stop. I could report her for it, might even get compensation?

She exploded at me. Calling me a faggot and a man whore ( wow so original ) and finally slapped me firmly around the face. To scared she would do anything worse, I just stood there and took it. She stormed off, but not before kicking me to the ground and threatening me that if I reported her she would tell everyone that I raped her. Hopeless and bruised I lay there for a while, plucking up the courage to get up and leave.

So that where I am now. Curled up in what little clothing I could find in lost property and the blanket my parents gave me before they left me at a hospital under a bridge. No one goes through here because a girl killed herself jumping off the bridge and people thinks it's haunted. I'll give myself a week. One week to find a job where I earn enough for the shelter each night or somehow don't manage to be sleeping on the streets. If I can't then I'll get out of this life another way. It's just not worth it to be freezing my ass off every night in the hope that tomorrow will be a better day and waking up knowing it won't be.