How it happened playing in my mind again and I couldn’t stop it. Reliving it in my mind.
The way he pulled out his cock like he just expected me to-
The way he had called me-
The way he that he hammered on the-
The way I had locked up.
The way I had remembered my past.
The way I had an accident.
I’m pathetic.
The doors locked.
The boys have stayed away like they know better than to come in right now. All of them gave me time after I had soothed some of their anxiety.
Which just left my anxiety.
I’m alone.
I don’t think I’m going tobe okay.
I’m spiraling.
I need help.
Maybe I should have called Lola. Sometimes she says to send a text or an email.
I could have done that.
I didn’t do that.
It all is getting to be too much.
Anxiety wins again.
The fear ate me alive.
I just needed a little control.
Just a smidgen of being in control of my life.
And now….
I think I made a mistake.
Oh.
Oh this is it.
I guess I really am a broken omega.
I’m so tired.
Maybe I can sleep.