And I had just managed to crawl toward my bed like a war victim when—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
No.
No no no.
I froze.
Again.
This time on all fours.
And then I heard her voice.
“Lyra? Hey, have you seen my dad?”
My soul left my f*****g body.
She was right outside my door again.
Like Satan herself had respawned.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for him,” she said through the door, her voice a little lighter now, but there was a faint twinge of concern. “I hope he’s okay. Cause I went in to get his charger and, like… I saw blood on his bedsheets.”
BITCH THAT WAS MY BLOOD YOUR FATHER TOOK MY VIRGINITY.
Okay. I didn’t say that out loud.
I just lay there, face smashed into the carpet, still oozing, heart dead, and somehow my p***y clenched again like it remembered the moment and wanted
