Chapter 8I left on a bus the next morning to go home for Christmas holidays. The ride was two and a half hours long. Two and a half hours, I quickly discovered, was a very long time to be sitting on your butt, less than twelve hours after being aggressively f****d for the first time in your life. I spent the whole time with one leg underneath me, propping my tender ass off the seat.
I ignored every chirp from my phone as I gazed out the window, watching the winter landscapes go by. I needed to distance myself from school and everyone. Just for a bit.
I had s*x with a guy last night.
I imagined saying that to Mom and Dad. Cringeworthy. Mom knew I was gay and acted fine about it. Dad probably knew but had never acknowledged it. That was…not really fine, but what was I to do?
My grandmoth
