Keya
I stood in front of Asher’s office, breathing in and out before turning on the doorknob and stepping in. “Good morning, Keya.” Was what I was greeted with from Asher. A smile was plastered on his face. I thought I had rehearsed coming here but seeing him now seemed to demolish the strong wall and replace it with nervousness.
What happened last night shouldn’t happened. At some point, I was scared of my parents finding out about it. I took Asher to my house. My room to be precise because he wouldn’t leave. His arm was dripping with blood and he kept saying I was the cause of it. Guilt made me take him in which was completely wrong. Yes, I shouldn’t have done that. Because first, we slept in an awkward position. Secondly, I was afraid of Mom knocking on my door out of the blue. But w
