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Patricia's POV
I remember the tears silently rolling down my cheeks.
I remember squeezing my eyes shut as tight as possible.
I remember praying that it would be over soon.
I remember what happened every night.
As soon as the lights went out.
As soon as the car left the driveway.
I remember the dark shadow slipping into my room.
I remember them climbing into my bed.
I would pretend to sleep.
I would pretend it was all a dream.
But I remember.
No matter how much I try to suppress the memories, I remember.
And they ruin me. Everyday.
And that's why I'm sitting here.
On the side of a scummy building.
With a bunch of trashy people.
I turn to the guy next to me and look him over. He wears a black jacket with dirt and rips covering the entire thing. A dirty pair of jeans cover his legs. His hair is matted and greasy underneath his disgusting beanie.
But I open my mouth and the words come out...
"Pass the weed."