When I wake up the next morning, it’s after nine, and I don’t feel rested even though I know I managed to get a few hours of sleep in. I dread having to face Dad and Craig, and I seriously contemplate calling my mother to tell her I’m coming home early. But that would raise all kinds of suspicion, and she would interrogate the hell out of me.
Why don’t you want to stay? What happened? What did your father do? Did something happen with Craig?
I couldn’t tell my mother the truth. I saw Dad giving Craig a blow job last night, and he and Craig know I saw them, and now everything’s weird.
Yeah, right. That’s just what my mother wants to hear. Besides, I’m an adult now. I’m in college. I should be able to handle this…weirdness without running to Mommy.
When I leave my bedroom and head to the
