Waiting

The light from the sun shines into your eyes, forcing you to wake, and for a brief moment you forget all your troubles. A large yawn escapes you before the weight of the world settles once more on your shoulders. You reluctantly get up, anxiously opening your laptop and logging in to check your email. Nothing.

You mentally chastise yourself - what did you hope to accomplish? Some pathetic email that will only serve to give Miles a laugh? You feel yourself frown as you close your laptop and pick up your phone. Several texts from Eve and all innocuous topics. You start to reply before pausing. What do you say? You want to ask if she locked her door last night, want to ask if she got fucked by any random creep, want to know if anybody else has molested her since yesterday. But then you'd have to explain everything. To her, and all the girls on campus it seems, being molested against their will by any and all is normal. Even if you could convince her this isn't how its supposed to be, you have no way to fix things right now. Is it better to live in uncomfortable but ignorant bliss, or to be made aware that you're a sex toy but be unable to change anything? Could you make that choice for Eve?

The internal struggle seems to last hours but you notice it's only been minutes. You send back a quick reply opting to act like everything is normal. Anxiously you start playing videogames again while checking your laptop occasionally for any incoming emails.