It was time for dinner but I couldn't bring myself to go downstairs. He'll be there, and dear God, I can't face him.
So I'm here, locked in my room, curled up in my bed, and shedding quiet tears.
There was this heavy coat of guilt shrinking me up and I couldn't shrug it off. The first time, I was ready to forgive myself with a promise that it'd never happen again. I'd never get close to my best friend's Father again.
But after what happened in his office today and returning to live here, I can't even look at myself in the mirror. I feel very disgusted.
“Willow?” April's soft voice invaded my mind. I looked up sharply and she was at the door.
I wiped my eyes quickly, forcing a smile. “Hey, girl.”
“Let's go have dinner.” She beamed.
A thousand excuses lingered on the tip of my l
