His Queen,Their War
His jaw was clenched like a brick wall and he kept walking, dragging me along in my too-high heels like a kid’s balloon on a windy day.
What a disgrace,I didn't even know how I was gonna explain myself tomorrow during class. He caught me mid scene of the fingering!
By the time I realized we were already home, he had practically shoved me through the door.
And there she was. My step mother,Mrs De Santis. Waiting in the living room like the final boss in an Italian video game. Arms crossed, hair perfect, eyes blazing.
Before I could even take a breath, my dad propelled me forward and tossed me,yes, tossed,onto the couch. I landed like a ragdoll, my skirt riding up, my hair falling into my face
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