"Sweetie! What's taking so long?!" Mum's worried voice echoed from downstairs. It was the fifth time in the last three minutes.
Again, I screamed back. "Coming, Mum!" The fifth time too. It was beginning to feel like a song. I glanced at my wristwatch, I still had time. Why was she getting all worked up?
Maybe she was excited about the holiday being officially over and me going to school today.
I wanted to be excited too, but the knot in my stomach wouldn't let me. It was getting tighter by the day. Since that night he did that to me…
Recalling it made me tremble anew. It's been three days and each day left me scared, guilty, confused, and weirdly, darkly excited than the last.
The guilt was the dominating feeling though. The guilt of what he had done to me. He was my future stepbro
