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The girl who lived alone  

In the dark her neck was flushed but her legs cold as the dress she decided to wear that night was short like her temper. She had been sitting alone for quite some time, the empty chair Infront spat at her with a mischievous grin and as the spit slapped her face she grabbed the phone from the table and scrolled not very far down maybe just two or three contacts below and there he rested obviously he was under frequently texted i mean that's all she had been doing for the past week between work, games, eating, sleep. Shitting all she did was wait on him like maids out of pervert's mind and she hated herself for it. The phone rang a few times before a click of connection. 

“Hey, umm I've been waiting since seven. Do you need me to resend the address?”            humiliating silence ensued as all that could be heard was faint rustling and a few deep breaths                                                                                                                                                     “