WARNING SENSITIVE CONTENT!!! Disclaimer!!!!! For those who are sensitive about the topic of s****l harassment. I suggest you skip this chapter. The happenings in here will be explained later on when Amaya tells Marc the rest.
This is wrote based on my imagination and the backstory for Amaya. I hope none of you are triggered nor angered by this chapter. If I did after you finished this then I am truly sorry.
Boston. Amaya age 17.
“What happened to your cheek?” she ignored Amara’s concern. More like fake concern, Amaya gagged in her mind. Going through the fridge and taking out the leftover pasta she made, she continued ignoring the older.
“Amaya I’m asking you,” she grunted when her sister turned her around and held her face. She tried not to grimace when Amara's thumb brushed the cove
