.Genderless.Episode.12.

My eyes open.

Curled in a tight ball half hidden in my massacre of a bed.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I sit up and almost choke.

Slitch was at my window.

Watching me.

I almost didn’t see her in the darkness but her eyes…

They seemed to glow.

“You passed out.”

I could see the concern in her eyes.

“Bad day is all…” I reply shyly.

The events of last night replayed in the back of my head.

Made me nervous of myself.

Cause I was kind of turned on.

She repositions herself in the window.

“I heard.” She replied somewhat quietly.

Was she thinking of last night as well?

Or was she treading lightly on what she thought was a sore topic?

All I knew was that the only thing sore was my stomach.

“Cunt.” She growled.

I look up.

“Your father.” She clarified and I laugh dryly.

“Yeah… not exactly father of the year unfortunately.”

I look back down.

“Did he hurt you?”

Her words hung in the air a long moment before I could even register a response.

“No.”

A second passes then she slips through the window and onto my bed. I only watch as she quietly lifts up my shirt; revealing the dark black bruise forming just above my belly button.

She just looks at me.