She stared soulessly at the spectacle in front of her. Her lower back burning with a sensation of pain and contempt. His eyes widened as she stood there at the door - he had been caught; nothing he could say would change that.
"Filth," She paused, words dripping with venom, "Utter filth!"
The girl slammed the door and ran. She ran as far as she could, away from that nightmare - away from him. The anger within her boiled down into depression as soon as she stopped. Unable to bear it, she cried. All her pented in sorrow and spite erupted into that pathetic shout. Never had she felt so small...so used...
She vowed that from that day forward, she despised the opposite sex.