Bad Liar
Lauren Jacksonour 30 minute sessions
There are a few empty coke cans that have been tipped over and his school books have been carelessly tossed onto the desk.
I freeze when I notice a photo frame on his bedside table. It's a photo of us, that I had taken. I was grinning, my hand covering half my face, as Miles kissed my cheek. It is a nice photo. I never got to use it or show anyone, in fear of Finn finding out. I can't believe he still has it, after all this time.
A door to my left opens and Miles walks out, wearing nothing but a towel, which loosely clings off his hips. There is still water on his chest and I can't help but check him out, even though he has black and blue bruises covering his skin.