I Am My Highschool Bully's Plaything
She gave me a weird look that seemed like I was lying to her but I really wasn't.
“You've got marks all over you.”
I looked down, shocked as I remembered.
The marks were fresh and angry.
“Dont lie to me now, come on. Who is he? Remember, no secrets. I can't believe you'll just give up on my son like that.”
It was definitely the work of her step son, but I was never ever telling her that.
“It was a one night stand I had. I'm really not seeing anyone.”
She frowned.
“So, giving up on my son?” I didn't even know an appropriate answer to give her, so I chose to play safe.