August, 2014
Arguably, she had the thickest skin in the entire school - both literally and metaphorically. That fact probably lent itself to the appearance of gashes across her back. She stared into her mirror, face, chest and belly exposed and perfect, as usual. She almost laughed to herself when she realized she'd been branded with a variety of tramp stamp. Russ had been hesitant to strike her at first, but then she'd sensed him taking pleasure in it. She had, too, of course. She'd treated her own wounds. Emma despised Brian's judgmental, holier-than-thou routine. As if he didn't have some sadistic skeletons in his closet...