Tied Down To This Bed Of Shame

Mom yelled at me for an hour, it didn’t help with how guilty I was, or how angry I am.
She complains how Anna interferes with our relationship; it would be nice if she actually tried to compete.
My mom says I look like a whore with my new hair and how I should be on the streets; I told her to die and left.
She sent her boyfriend, Mark, after me, he took me to McDonalds so mom could have time to calm down, its late at night and we are in a corner of the restaurant.
He smiles and tells me how much he likes my hair, and it will grow back for my mom, she’s just upset.
I feel something tickle against my knee, I twitch, and then his hand is on my knee, it makes its way up my thigh and in between. I stand up and empty my milk shake on his head.
“Bastard” I call out over my shoulder, I’m in a thin knitted sweater and a mini skirt with fish nets and the cold air is making my body break out in goose bumps. I immediately push the event out of my mind and resolve to never think of it again.
I use the money in my pocket to find a place in the youth hospice.

I’ll go home in the morning.