*** How disgusting of him to pull up such a move! I scrub my lips and rinse my mouth a couple of times. Still standing in front of the mirror, I struggle to erase the lines on my forehead. With every blink I make, flashes of what happened earlier appear. I can't erase it, I can't erase the memory. I glare at the mirror and all I can still see is him, from the time he put his hand on my face to the time he brushed his lips against mine, thankfully I didn't let him go that far but it still felt like a kiss, a kiss I didn't consent. So much resentment was brewing up inside me I stormed out of the mall without waiting for Tessa or thinking twice about how insane I was looking, I just wanted to get out of there, far away from him. Upon getting home, I was enfolded in silence. The house was empty, and I assumed mom was still at work, I can't imagine what her reaction would have been if she saw me like this.
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