I straighten my uniform and finish my shift. Whatever, let’s all look at the little raped virgin. I was in bed for two days before I had the strength or desire to get up. His name is Tony and he is the youngest of the brothers. The eyes that looked sad when he looked at me. Mom is crying, and Dad stands up and walks over to me. “I don’t know, baby, I just don’t know.” He whispers. A lot of people talked to me and I remember none of them. School is over, thank god. I feel something stabbing me and I reach into my uniform pocket and pull out the wad of money and a piece of paper. I straighten my blonde hair and it falls softly over my shoulders. “Thanks, Mom.” I say and think my voice sounded a little excited. “That is so sweet. Well, Mom I took a ride to a biker house and got gang-fucked. I straighten my uniform and finish my shift. I don’t understand why we have to pay someone to tell me that.
