There’s a line that you eventually cross. And trust me, you’ll know when you do. I don’t think about it too much, because I know I won’t be able to live with myself if I did. Maybe I’m a masochist, but I’ll admit it; I needed him more than he needed me.



“Alright that should be enough for today. Turn in your essays as you leave class please.” Professor Hess dismissed. I bite my lips, and waited for everyone to get out before confronting him.

“Professor, I know you don’t accept late assignments, I really do. However-”

“No exceptions Ms. Locke.”

“But I- you don’t understand Professor, I really need this, please.” I can’t believe I’m literally begging the man, but I’m desperate.

“Alright fine.” He gets up from his chair and walks over to me. My breathing hitch as I stand there frozen, unable to move. Next thing I know he’s touching me. Alarms go off inside my head like crazy when his hand lands on my butt. I clench my teeth, hard. “You’ve got until twelve to give me that essay, Ms. Locke.” He whispers into my ear before letting me go. I finally let go of the breath I was holding and rush out the door. I ran straight to the bathroom, almost not making it into the toilet. After pouring out my soul into the toilet, I flush everything down, and cried my heart out. Though these days it’s hard to tell if I even have a heart anymore.

            I finally finished the essay by eleven, just barely making it. Fuck. My break was over too, and I haven’t even taken a single bite out of the sandwich I brought from home. I was going to starve tonight, again. I should probably get used to it by now. Grades and money were more important than my own health.

            Right when I walk out to the front, Marisa hands me a tray of beer, directing me to a table near the back of the room. After taking some more orders I went back to the bar, to mix my drinks.

“Excuse me.” I hear someone say. I quickly finish up what I was doing and turn around. “Hi, I was just wondering if you’ve seen my friend at all. I’m supposed to meet him here, but he won’t answer his phone.” The guy asks while holding up a picture of him and his friend. His friend looked familiar, I swear I passed by him while I was taking orders in the back of the building.

“Uh- I. I think I saw him in the back.” I stutter. I don’t know why it suddenly became hard to talk, but I sure as hell don’t like it.

“Alright, thanks.” He smiles, and the dimples on his left cheek shows.

“Yeah no problem.” I give him a small smile before going back to work.

            The night goes by fast and before I know it, my shift was over. I didn’t want to go home. 

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