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Sympathy.

Sade is woken up by the sound of the front door slam to a close. Everything is a haze. She is still in the bathtub which is now red in color but still thin, as if someone poured red food dye into it. She knows it isn't food dye though. The water is as cold as ice, she is pruned and weak. The slam of the door was Carter, she knows that for sure. This means she needs to get up quick smart and drain her blood from the bath tub and clean herself up before he see's. She knows that if he found out, it would end in tears and sympathy. She does not want that. This sympathy word is ugly to her. It destroys her. 

She drained the bath tub but there's still a red-ish tint to the left over water. She needs to run the bath again without making too much sound. She turns the handle to the bath tub, just a little too much. But just enough for Carter to hear and knock on the door. "You taking a bath again today?" He shouts from the other end of the wooden door. The slab of wood that's saving her from sympathy. "Ah, yes babe, wait on, I'll just be a minute". She says. Shaky but believable. 

There, all evidence gone, except for the slashes on her legs and belly. That's okay though. They never have sex anyway. He barely even touches her. She thinks that maybe it's because of her weight. Maybe if she cuts the fat off of her skin, he will love her. Maybe, just a little bit. She just wants a little bit of love. Maybe a kiss once in a while. She is trapped. She loves him, but does he love her? Is he just biting his tongue until she finds a place to live? Here's the word again, sympathy. Does he feel some sort of sympathetic pity for her that he pretends to still want to be in a relationship for her? 

Does he? 

Ditched and Drained.

And she knows it. She knows he does not want to be with her. His distant association towards her makes her sick. She feels the sympathy. It's not a loving sympathy though. No. It's not even a friendship based sympathy. It's something else, and it's not good. It's sickening. He is disrespectful toward her when she is just trying to do her best. She loves him but the feeling of loving someone who doesn't love you back makes her sick. It makes her sick. It makes her really, really sick. 

She remembers a time when he and his friends invited her to have 'mad hangs' which is what they call going out and getting drunk. She was exited because it was her being included in something. Something where maybe someone else wanted her around too. They set off to go and get alcohol and Carter promised he would be back within the hour. He looked so genuine as he walked away from her. 

Two and a half hours passed when she asked his little sister to make a call for her, to see if everything was okay, to see if Carter was returning. Carter answered and said he was 15 minutes away at a shop just a few blocks away. And as the third hour came to a close another call. Carter then said that they were in another suburb. More than one hour's walk from where home was. 

Carter had been drinking, that much was clear. He was carefree of what Sade had to say to him, of what anyone had to say to him. He was acting cheeky, sly, rude, hurtful. He didn't care though, because with his ego and alcohol, nothing breaks through. Even on this level he could not feel the usual 'sympathy' as he usually does for Sade. Which is a good thing, sympathy is poison. 

So Sade had been ditched. Hurt and drained from the day she had just endured on top of the wait she sat. Sat and tried to figure out what to do. Was this fair? Was he really lying to her or was he telling her the truth? Either way, I don't have an answer for you all tonight, but what I can tell you is, Sade went to sleep that night, broken and shallow hearted. She sobbed herself to sleep and what happened that night when the drunken boys came home is to be continued...