12
JAKE
Edith was always so mature and self-confident that I often forgot that she was smaller than me, but that night she seemed much older. Only she could make me feel like a child who had to be scolded, because all she did was make trouble.
Slowly I approached the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible and I was shaking.
I had shivers all over my body. I rinsed my mouth and face, but I could not calm my mind. I kept seeing Edith again, sticking her fingers down my throat and making me vomit, supporting my head and helping me not to soil myself.
She had remained so cold and unflappable that I had felt totally helpless and unable to react.
No one had ever made me feel such vulnerability.
Edith was dangerous. She had an overwhel
