Sharp words
»I know it was very wrong of me.« I started. I didn’t even know what I was supposed to say. I felt like I would have to tell the whole truth if I would say a word about last night. Maybe because the whole situation made me feel like talking. It made me want to talk. It made me want to talk about my feelings for Ezekiel and the position our relationship put me in. I wanted to speak about it so badly but I couldn’t. Not with my mom. Not with her. She would’ve thought that the devil took over my body or that I was possessed. She really would’ve disowned me if she would’ve known what Ezekiel and I’ve done. She was just like my grandma. I didn’t want to be like them and I didn’t want them to know that. I didn’t want them to know about that side of me. That side that I was embarrassed off becaus
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