FAYE
I wasn't abused. In fact, I let it happen. I voluntarily asked him to f**k me. And I enjoyed every single moment of it. But I was drunk. I wasn't in the right sanity when it happened. Now I felt guilty... and shameful although no one knew. But if my parents learned about it, I didn't know what they could do... or where to hide my face.
"Hey, something happened in the fitting? You look pale."
I was brought back from my lost thinking when Cora tapped my thigh as we waited on a traffic light. I looked at her, scared as if my thought was visible to her. "I'm... I'm okay. Maybe just tired because I stood for almost twelve hours. It's peak season, remember?"
She sighed and pressed her back on the seat while her legs were crossed. "Yeah, you're right. I can feel the rush too. You know I
