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Bella raised an eyebrow "I appreciate this But I can take it from here"

I shook my head "Let me see your shoulder You can’t see that spot"

She stayed put "There’s this thing called a mirror"

"Bella" We had a stare-down "Just let me see if this stuff works Then I’ll leave you to it"

"Fine," she huffed Then, in one smooth motion, she whipped off her Harkness Hockey T-shirt

I practically jumped to stand behind her, so that my eyes wouldn’t drift down to her chest A few seconds later the room was invaded by the smell of the acetone -- the scent I associated with the nail salons that I passed on New York City streets The daan to turn a bluish-purple color as it weakened the " I showed her the cotton ball Then I worked to get the word SLUTTY off her perfect, creary I had to take a long breath in throughto you?" she asked

"Yeah," I ravel Dios Who would do this? "Bella Would you tell me what happened?"

"No," she said quickly

I considered her answer for a minute "Would you please tell somebody else, then?"

Silence was her only answer

Meanwhile, I’d faded the word SLUTTY to the point where it was not quite legible I tossed the cotton ball into Bella’s garbage can and dunked another one, going to work on the word CUNT next Getting these words off Bella’s skin wasn’t that difficult But I orried so worse than marks on her skin had happened to her And if it had, I was basically involved in a cover-up job at the et aith this shit, and I was helping him

"Bella," I whispered We were so close to one another that ht to her ear "If soht, would you tell so to tell" Her voice was flat