I held my dirty clothes in my hands as I walked to Tabby’s room. I gave a soft knock, not sure if she was inside, but when I got no answer, I figured it was okay for me to walk in.
This whole situation made it hard to me to know where the boundaries were. If I was in someone’s house, I would have been a lot more careful about where I was stepping. However, this wasn’t just me staying over at someone’s house. This was me being kept here for a reason that still wasn’t apparent.
So when I walked into Tabby’s bedroom I couldn’t help that I was tiptoeing around like I was sneaking through her things. She deserved some privacy, right?
I was confused on whether I should be worried about her feeling offended or stepped on when it was me being treated less than human.
I folded my dirty clothes
