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should be. Or did that really happen? It felt that way. The first thing I thought about was maybe I was having a half-god baby after all, and it was exploding its way out of me.
But then it came for my arms.
I whimpered, and gasped, and kicked against my attacker except there was nobody there.
Hurting, my arms were hurting. They were being squeezed, a tight grip, and yet I remained in my own bed.
I scrambled to reach for my phone. Quin Quin Quin help I wanted to say, how do I get to that eternal space again shit shit—
Another pain, this time on my rib cage, and I cried out, a little louder this time —
Wait wait Tita Carmen I suddenly thought, and the instinct not to wake up my aunt came, not to have her run into the room and have to deal with this kind of crazy herself...she wouldn't have been able to save me anyway...
And then the pain was under my eye, and I couldn't even make a sound if I wanted to.
I coughed into my pillow and it felt wet against my face.
There was no pain when I woke up, so I thought I had one of those dreams/not-dreams again. I could have just chalked it up to a typical horrible Monday.
But there was blood on my pillow.
A big bruise on my cheekbone.
I took off my shirt and saw similar discolorations on my abdomen and arms.
I poked them. They didn't hurt. They didn't rub off either with soap and water and alcohol (tried that too). I checked my ribs and nothing felt broken, or sprained, but seeing myself in the mirror...
Should I even go to the hospital? I didn't know. I didn't think they'd be able to treat this kind of thing.
So I scrambled for my concealer and just put some on. Not very well, because I mysteriously didn't need the stuff anymore when I became Interim Goddess, so the one I had was probably a year old and a little dry. And I didn't have enough to cover my arms, so I just wore a shirt that had longer sleeves.
I tried to talk to Quin via that special telepathy thing, but it was probably hard to do when you were freaking out, which I was. I couldn't get into that zone. So I thought of calling, but I didn't know how to describe this, and worried that Tita Carmen would overhear, and I wanted to get out of the house before she saw me.
I sent a lowly text message.
Let's meet today? I think I need help.
Chapter 19
Later, when Ms. Farrah was trying to put the report for the dean together, she had some trouble explaining the timing of the events to him.
It said that she first saw me before eight a.m., when she ran into me at the cafeteria and started to ask me about my Guidance schedule for the day. She noticed my badly-done cover job in the harsh cafeteria lights, and insisted that I be taken to the clinic.
I refused at first, but when I raised an arm to keep her from grabbing it, my sleeve sort of fell back and the thing that looked like a bruise made by fat fingers became visible to her. And she freaked out, pulled rank as staff of the school, and ordered me to go to the clinic with her.
According to the clinic nurse on duty, he had signed me in at 7:46 a.m., and spent the next few minutes taking my vital signs. Height, weight, blood pressure, even looked into my ears. Ms. Farrah could attest to this, as she was in the room with me.
At the same time, on the other side of the campus, a commotion was going on in the parking lot.
According to the report filed at the Student Discipline Office, Justin Acapulco arrived at the paid parking lot in front of Ford River at 7:40 a.m. ( according to the parking ticket issued). The lot attendant said that Justin would usually park there when he happened to come to school after 7:30, because all the free slots inside would be taken. There was a car waiting on the curb, but the attendant didn't think it was unusual, because the paid parking lot was a common drop-off point for students with classes in the morning.
But then as Justin left the lot and crossed the street, several guys got out of the parked car and
But then it came for my arms.
I whimpered, and gasped, and kicked against my attacker except there was nobody there.
Hurting, my arms were hurting. They were being squeezed, a tight grip, and yet I remained in my own bed.
I scrambled to reach for my phone. Quin Quin Quin help I wanted to say, how do I get to that eternal space again shit shit—
Another pain, this time on my rib cage, and I cried out, a little louder this time —
Wait wait Tita Carmen I suddenly thought, and the instinct not to wake up my aunt came, not to have her run into the room and have to deal with this kind of crazy herself...she wouldn't have been able to save me anyway...
And then the pain was under my eye, and I couldn't even make a sound if I wanted to.
I coughed into my pillow and it felt wet against my face.
There was no pain when I woke up, so I thought I had one of those dreams/not-dreams again. I could have just chalked it up to a typical horrible Monday.
But there was blood on my pillow.
A big bruise on my cheekbone.
I took off my shirt and saw similar discolorations on my abdomen and arms.
I poked them. They didn't hurt. They didn't rub off either with soap and water and alcohol (tried that too). I checked my ribs and nothing felt broken, or sprained, but seeing myself in the mirror...
Should I even go to the hospital? I didn't know. I didn't think they'd be able to treat this kind of thing.
So I scrambled for my concealer and just put some on. Not very well, because I mysteriously didn't need the stuff anymore when I became Interim Goddess, so the one I had was probably a year old and a little dry. And I didn't have enough to cover my arms, so I just wore a shirt that had longer sleeves.
I tried to talk to Quin via that special telepathy thing, but it was probably hard to do when you were freaking out, which I was. I couldn't get into that zone. So I thought of calling, but I didn't know how to describe this, and worried that Tita Carmen would overhear, and I wanted to get out of the house before she saw me.
I sent a lowly text message.
Let's meet today? I think I need help.
Chapter 19
Later, when Ms. Farrah was trying to put the report for the dean together, she had some trouble explaining the timing of the events to him.
It said that she first saw me before eight a.m., when she ran into me at the cafeteria and started to ask me about my Guidance schedule for the day. She noticed my badly-done cover job in the harsh cafeteria lights, and insisted that I be taken to the clinic.
I refused at first, but when I raised an arm to keep her from grabbing it, my sleeve sort of fell back and the thing that looked like a bruise made by fat fingers became visible to her. And she freaked out, pulled rank as staff of the school, and ordered me to go to the clinic with her.
According to the clinic nurse on duty, he had signed me in at 7:46 a.m., and spent the next few minutes taking my vital signs. Height, weight, blood pressure, even looked into my ears. Ms. Farrah could attest to this, as she was in the room with me.
At the same time, on the other side of the campus, a commotion was going on in the parking lot.
According to the report filed at the Student Discipline Office, Justin Acapulco arrived at the paid parking lot in front of Ford River at 7:40 a.m. ( according to the parking ticket issued). The lot attendant said that Justin would usually park there when he happened to come to school after 7:30, because all the free slots inside would be taken. There was a car waiting on the curb, but the attendant didn't think it was unusual, because the paid parking lot was a common drop-off point for students with classes in the morning.
But then as Justin left the lot and crossed the street, several guys got out of the parked car and
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