My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
Too loud.
I paced the room, but on second thought left before the bitch in the bath got any ideas about wanting more from me.
Smoke curled from my lips as I drifted through the halls, aimless, until I stopped before a door I’d avoided since that unfortunate night.
Once, it had been the best part of my day. Now it stood like a grave in my own mansion; locked, abandoned, yet still hers. Nova’s room
I hesitated. Then I opened it.
It was bare, lifeless with the same furniture, same curtains. But stripped of her chaos. No scattered pens. No filthy books stacked high. No baggy sweaters tossed around.