Issues, Issues

Coco Pommel was was drinking a bottle of vodka. She had brought it only a while ago, but she was going to drink it. She was in her small apartment and it was quiet. It was just her and the bottle. She giggled slightly, feeling tipsy. She could handle her liquor, but the pain was strong. She wanted to get drunk so she could forget. But, it was hard. Even when she was drunk, she remembered. She remembered the little things. She remembered every insult that she used on her. It hurts. Coco thought, drinking more quickly now. She whimpered, putting down the bottle. She couldn't finish the bottle, her fear stopped her. She knew that she was slowly hurting her organs with the drinking. She put the cap back on the bottle and she walked it to the refrigerator to save it for later. "What is wrong with me?" Coco asked herself while falling onto her couch. Her bed was still ruined by Suri Polomare's assault of her one week ago. She had quit one week ago and Suri wanted to punish the mare for quitting. Coco wished that she was stronger, so then that wouldn't have happened.

She cursed her weakness. She wished that she recognized the signs earlier, but she was naive. She wished that she was more educated in the horrors of employers abusing their employees. She had sunk back into her very timid personality-the one before Suri Polomare had found her. She was scared of being touched and very sharp objects. She would never use drugs, but she had seen Suri smoked. She was surprised that Suri smoked. She never expected that Suri would be the type to smoke. However, Suri wasn't pleased that she found out about her little habit. That was the first time that Suri had hit her. It wasn't hard, but it still hurt. Suri's hoof had its print on Coco's face. However, Suri had claimed that it was an accident, but Coco wasn't stupid, she knew that Suri had hit her to 'tell' her to not tell anypony about it. At the first hit, Suri didn't apologize, but she did when she got drunk. Suri was only sorry when she was drunk.

Coco hated it. The abuse, the fake caring, everything! Everything was so twister until another mare showed her real care. The mare was Rarity, a mare who come to Manehatten to compete against other mares. She was kind, the embodiment of generosity. Coco had never met anypony like that before she knew it, she became friends with the beautiful mare. She became friends with her employer's enemy. Suri punished her for befriending Rarity. She remembered the abuse so much that she swears it is a part of her daily life.

Suri had slapped her and then that one slap became a daily beating that ruled Coco’s life.

“I need to get out of here,” she cried softly as she thought about Suri’s cruelty. The mare didn't even care about her feelings. She just wanted to hurt Coco for her own personal amusement. Coco never met anypony like that before, so when Suri took her in, she thought that she was going to be protected, not harmed. She was gonna do it. She was gonna quit tomorrow. She had made her mind up, even through the drunken haze, but pessimism hit her like a train as she began to doubt herself, and fear Suri.

‘What if she beats me, or worse,’ she thought.

‘What if I don’t do it, and I wuss out,’ she shuddered at the negative thoughts, and took another swig as she began to feel as if she was wading through the ocean.

She was drunk, but she still felt like she could cry for years on end. She just felt sick on top of her depression, and ashamed. Ashamed of being so weak and so pathetic, but that was her, Coco realized. She was just a weak little mare. “I need help,” she whispered softly.

But, who would be so willing to help a broken mare that is damaged?

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Rarity was helping a client look for the perfect dress for a dinner party. “Why, my dear, a blue dress really fits you very much! Your beauty shines in everything that you wear, but this certain blue dress will make your beauty shone very brightly,” Rarity says, showing the client a blue sparkling dress.

The client’s eyes sparkled in wonder at the dress and she suddenly wondered about the price. “H-How much is the dress?” She asked Rarity nervously. Rarity smiled at the nervous yellow covered mare.

“It’ll be at least 100 bits,” Rarity answered, making the mare’s bright grey eyes almost bulge out if their sockets.

“Oh wow, if I went to another dress shop, they would have made me pay at least 350 bits for a dress,” the mare tells Rarity, who silently growled. They take advantage of her! She thought in anger.

“If I was you, I wouldn't go to their anymore. Why pay more when you can pay less?” Rarity gently asks the mare. The mare smiled at Rarity’s question.

“I love your honesty, Miss,” the mare tells Rarity. Rarity smiled at the gentle mare who is very sweet and innocent.

“Thank you, my dear, now, let's get your dress prepared, now shall we?” Rarity asked the very happy mare, who was happy that she finally founded a dress to fit the dinner party next week.

“Thank you! Because of you, I finally found a dress,” the mare was happy, so Rarity was happy.