Claire
Later that night, I was lying in bed, reading the novel we had been assigned for English class when there was a soft tap on my door. I looked up and saw Mum, lingering in the hallway, outside my room.
"You can come in, I won't bite." I joked with her because she had a face riddled with anxiety. She walks into my room and takes a spot on my bed beside me. I close my book and sit up to give her my full attention.
"Your dad and I have been discussing your eighteenth birthday party." She says, holding me captive in her gentle gaze.
"Really?" I ask her, excitedly, I just assumed that with all the assaults being carried out at parties, I wasn't going to have a party at all and I would have understood if that was the case, that's why I hadn't pushed the issue, even though I was dying
