Chapter 24
She cries, and watches the blood mix with water. The colors, pink and red, are like currents of a dream, a daydream of roses in her grandmother’s garden, death in a back alley.
That little b***h.
That girl knew about them, her and her brother, their secret was out now. Exposed like a raw nerve in the cold, public air.
“I didn’t wanna do it.” But she had. And she had liked it, in a deep down place she didn’t like to think about, she had liked it, and wanted more.
Every time, he thought it was him, that he was in control, but by the time they were doing it regularly, she was big enough, strong enough, to stop him if she wanted.
But she never did.
And then they were caught, and that moment had been like dying. Every time her mother and father reminded her, with a word,
