Her Father's Shame

Chapter 6

My dad’s sudden refusal of our trip left everyone a little stunned, but my sharp-tongued but almost always silent elder sister, who was in the driver's seat was the first to snap out of it and ask cautiously, “What photo?”. Even she was a little bridled.

She asked and I could clearly see the cold sweat forming on her forehead. Poor her, she had sent a photo to her hidden boyfriend last night. I warned her, she’s just too love-struck, but she was still sensible enough to send it as a “view once” so what the hell was father referring to?

I was still wondering when I finally caught a glimpse of the photo. And my brain literally short-circuited.

Whatttt?????!!!

It was a photo of two beautiful girls half dressed and posing for a picture while one of them nibbled on the t**s of the pale blue-haired with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked at the camera. The red-haired girl's backside was visible to the camera, and the vibrator on the edge of the pink bed was enough to prove what had happened there. It was obviously Johanna and I in a compromising position. My mother’s audible gasp made my cheeks so red, I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. How did that photo get out? Only Johanna had access to it aside from me. Before I could even process more of what my father had shown us, everywhere went dark and only after a while did I understand that my mother had slapped me, not my strict father, which was definitely not the person I thought would overreact. It was Mum. "How could you let such a picture get leaked?” she asked while trying to breathe. The look my father gave her almost made me laugh at that moment, but I dared not. I really love my life. His expression seemed to ask 'how could she like girls and get involved in something so intimate before graduating from high school but you are reprimanding her for getting exposed'. My heart felt heavy, pounding as though it were ready to jump out of my chest and I could almost hear my own heartbeat in my head. Then everywhere went dark.

I woke up to the chiming of a machine, everywhere smelt like antiseptic and bleach, tiny beeps sounding beside me which somehow managed to annoy me despite the pounding headache. I blinked several times, staring at the unfamiliar white ceiling above me while trying to remember where exactly I was. And I could hear a hushed voice coming from beyond the white door, but I couldn't make out what was being said. My head hurt like crazy, but the sight of a blood bag hanging from the drip stand beside me made me freeze for the second time that day. Or maybe that week. Perhaps that month. I wasn't even sure. Being a girl with multiple conditions was really tedious.

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Standing at the airport with red-rimmed eyes, I couldn't help but remember what happened between my graduating party and being shipped to France overnight.

*****Flashback****