MILLICENT
Ever had that one memory replay in your head so much you start to wonder if some tiny being in your head kept tapping on the replay button just to annoy your brain? That's how I felt for the rest of the day.
I sat under the shower for what felt like hours, hot water running down my back until my skin turned pink and raw. My knees hugged my chest, my forehead pressed against them, and I cried without a sound.
The tile beneath me was cold, even with the steam filling the air. I didn’t care. I kept thinking about my dad.
About what he would say if he ever saw me like this, if he knew. I was supposed to come to this school and make him proud. I wasn’t supposed to kiss boys.
I wasn’t supposed to let anyone touch me like that. I wasn’t supposed to be the cheap girl who let a st
