Mary Higgins walked up the brick steps to Finn’s house. She raked her fingers against each side of her part and squirted a dallop of rose lotion on her palm. All her feminine accessories rustled about noisily as she walked with confidence: the big shoulder bag, bracelets, and layered necklaces.

Before she even reached the door, Finn, a punchable and generically attractive brunette still wearing his lacrosse uniform, swung it open with a smile.

“Is your mom home?” Mary asked. She wrapped her jangly bracelet wearing arms around his neck.

Finn shook his head and wrapped his hands around her waist as he kissed her neck. He lifted her slightly and her legs quickly wrapped around his waist. This wasn’t her first rodeo. He fumbled upstairs and tried to multitask and feel up her abnormally large 17 year old boobs.

He brought her into his room and threw her on the bed.

“Take those off, I’ll be back in a second,” he said, backing out the door. He returned quickly with a Polaroid camera. He stuck his tongue out and raised his eyebrows, “What do you think?”

“Where do you want me?” Rebecca replied, making her best efforts to sound smooth. Her heart was pounding a bit. Hopefully her at-home practice with mobile phone nudes would be enough.

“Get on all fours on the bed.”

Mary smiled slyly and got into position. She pushed her breasts together and concaved her back to get her ass higher in the air. The Polaroid flashed.

“There’s some lube in my drawer. Put some on your tits.”

She wasn’t used to Finn being so demanding, but she played along. She reached in his drawer and found a clear pump bottle. She started pumping lube onto her skin and rubbing it on her nipples. The camera flashed again.

“You’re making me so hard. Now start touching yourself.”

Mary shifted into a sitting position and propped her knees up like she saw girls in porn do. She started rubbing herself swiftly with her long manicured nails.

“That’s it. Really get into it. Close your eyes. Lick those wet fingers.”

Mary closed her eyes and thrusted into her fingers repeatedly. She could hear the camera going off again and again. She lifted her fingers up to her mouth and rubbed it with her two fingers. Another flash and then a long pause. Startled by the tonal switch, she opened her eyes.

“Oh god, fuck, baby what is that?”

“What?” Mary followed his gaze to her bright red fingers and the deeply stained blankets under her.

“What the fuck! It looks like a fucking crime scene.”

Rebecca stumbled off the bed and picked up her clothes.

“Finn baby-“ Rebecca stepped closer to him to give him a kiss. He pushed her, “Get out! Fuck! You have like fucking blood all over your face.”

“Fuck you! You don’t have to be such an asshole about it and embarrass me.”

“Yeah, whatever just get the fuck out of my house.”

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A few hours later, Mary laid under her covers with swollen eyes. She’d been crying since she got home. Her phone buzzed. Then buzzed again. Then again and again and again. Mary impatiently grabbed her phone. The texts were from her neighbor Mariah, who was a year older. Her texts were a stream of screenshots of a text chain. She scrolled anxiously to the top and read:

“I saw these on jacobs phone. I thought you should know”

Mariah’s brother Jacob was on the lacrosse team with Finn. Rebecca opened the first screenshot. A photo of a Polaroid of Mary staring into the camera, her bright bloody fingers up against her mouth. Finn followed it up with “bloody mary.” There were 17 in the group text. They laughed, called her disgusting, and asked for more.

She couldn’t believe he told her secret. Now she’d have to disappear again. There was no way she would socially recover from this. She didn’t recover from Ithaca Middle School’s rumor of her that she had sex with her 23 year old history teacher, Mr. Lamm, when she was 13. Everyone would chant “Ma-ry di-id Mr. Lamm” like the old nursery rhyme. Now she was Bloody fucking Mary. She began to plan her escape. And her revenge.