My back to the door, I leaned against it hoping that this thin wooden door could keep out Cora and her words that came after me.
Her words didn't hurt me as they should, she put me down, called me names, belittled everything about me, but all I could think about was Ajax and how consistently everyone had called him a monster.
How many times have I been warned about Ajax?
How many times has he been called a monster?
Even Jeremy said that there is some truth to it.
What did I get myself into?
On top of all of that, I still had to pee and there was no way I was going to be cornered by Cora again. My eyes flicked to the bathroom with Ajax still inside.
Maybe I should just sneak in? Or maybe ask nicely that I’m about to make a puddle on his floor if he doesn’t let me in?
The latte
