Down The Rabbit Hole

Bits of warm whitish-grey liquid dripped down the corners of my mouth and over my chin. He shuddered. Then he finally let go of me. I sank onto the floor, gasping. He zipped up his pants, untied me, and left the room without a word. I didn’t know how long I sat on the floor. I couldn’t understand why the hell he did this to me. I was completely drained. I didn’t even have the strength to drag myself into the bathroom and clean up. His stuff was probably in my stomach now. I crawled into bed, then I had to climb down to retrieve my bag from the floor. I found my phone inside. I was about to send the motherfucker a text, telling him to fuck off and stay the hell away from me. But I saw a message from him first. HerBlueRose: You asked me if I had feelings for you. Here’s the answer. I stared at the screen. The chatbox showed he was typing. I had no idea what he was about to say, and I no longer cared. I stabbed at the keypad and shot off a message. Me: FUCK OFF. Then I blocked his number.