Derrick
I gently lower Alisa to the floor. The girl is a little unsteady on her feet and so white I can see the blood rushing through the veins on her face. I hold on to her until I’m sure she won’t fall, then take a step back. “Do you need to pee or anything?” I ask.
I’m sure if she could, she’d blush. She looks absolutely mortified when she nods.
“I’ll give you five minutes. Unless you need help?”
“No,” she says in a soft, whispery voice.
I doubt she’d accept my offer even if she did need my help, and now isn’t the time to push her boundaries. She had a rough start, and she's already at breaking point.
I step out of the bathroom and close the door behind me, looking as Missus Quinn rushes around like a restless bee, pulling the dirty sheets off Alisa’s bed while she mutters, “Oh de
