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"Donnie, fuck off"

He keeps tightening his grip until I can’t keep the pain offmy foot down on his foot and watch that happen on his face It bursts red and I’m free I rush to the door, but before I can open it, he’s onso hard in ue sounds of the ainst the door, hiainst hly, and I’m afraid

I’ve never been afraid of Donnie Henderson before

He forces another kiss onout of rab a fistful of his hair and pull He shoves me, but I stumble past him The brief space I put between us makes ets, but it’s too close or it’s not close enough and he lunges for o down

We’re on the floor

He pushes led red hair, eyes closed Anna, wake up What turns a , andI focus on the strands of hair laid gently across Anna’s face This isn’t happening

But he turns me over and slides his hand up"No--"

I reach out and grip one of the table legs His hand upevery part ofThe table tips and the pitcher rolls off, vo water all over us Wet Hands all over me

I grab the pitcher and bring it up and then down on hiain and he dodges rab the chair and pull myself to my feet while he tries to stand, but the last of his coordination is gone on his hand up my skirt Anna’s skirt

"Anna!" I turn to her "Anna, help!"

But she just lays there, and Donnie’s blockingto stand, andto race me out of this roolass door and yank it open I step outside, into the heat, into the party, the last of the party, but the ht

I need to tell someone, but everyone is wasted

I walk fast I walk forever, blind, numb I wrap my arms around myself I need to tell so have I been--

Kara

I’ in front of Kara’s house My feet walked me here Kara Kara is someone The walk to her door sets off the ht I knock and wait, fighting the urge to throw up I wipe my eyes and pull at Anna’s skirt It’s torn

A minute later, the door opens Kara’s there, a fevered doll with blond curls hanging in front of her flushed face She crinkles her snotty nose

"Jesus, Regina What part of ‘designated driver’ don’t you understand?"

The conte normal For a second And then she looks closer and I remember the skirt-- Anna’s skirt--and his hand up Anna’s skirt And I’

"What happened to you?" she asks

Ato be first out of es its way out: "Help"

She letsfro truth By the time I collapse in a chair at the kitchen table, she knohat he did to ets really quiet while I wait for her to tell me what to do

I need someone to tell me what to do

Anna always tells ainst the angry spots on rabbed me The skin is tender and marked, but by Monday it will be splotchy purples, browns, and yellows

"The police?" I ask My voice cracks "Do you think? Do I go to the police?"

Kara stares at ets a bottle of water I can’t read her expression

"You really want to put yourself through that?"