Tessa
The night passed with Mr. Carter doing different styles with me, and I couldn't deny the fact that I enjoyed each of it.
I couldn't lay my hands on whether I was happy that Mom didn't sleep at home, and one part of me prayed it was always like this, but I knew that was much unrealistic.
To be practical, guilt hit me hard yesterday with every passing moment with Mr Carter, I knew Mom was supposed to be in that position, but I was the one enjoying it.
I wondered how Mom would react if she later found out about all this, but I prayed she doesn't.
I did the final touches on my head, taking hold of my bag before storming out of the room, surprised to see Mr. Carter already waiting for me downstairs.
I couldn't prepare breakfast today because I slept quite late and couldn't even
