MAYA
I was curled up on the floor beside my bed, knees pulled tight to my chest, face buried between them. My eyes were swollen and raw from crying. Tears kept leaking even when I thought I had none left.
The rejection burned so deep it felt like someone had carved it into my ribs. Tristan’s words kept repeating in my head like a cruel loop. Nothing f*****g happened last night.
Forget every f*****g thing.
I sobbed harder, shoulders shaking. How was I supposed to forget the way his finger had stretched me? The way I’d squirted all over his hand while screaming his name? How was I supposed to face him after that?
He was staying here. In this house. For days. I couldn’t even leave my room. How was I going to survive breathing the same air as him? “Mom….Dad… why did you have to leave me
