I have a little box I keep my secrets in. Mom’s on my bed, my little papers litter the pillow. She’s found a private picture of me and someone we both love. Why doesn’t she look surprised?
No more dating. The first girl didn’t like me, the second didn’t want me, and the third broke my heart. Enough debating. Mom makes great cookies and my sister fixes cars. I’ll stay home for kindness, and sinning in the dark.
#Erotica280 525I stare at Dad with anger-red, laser-beam eyes. His hand’s on my knee while he gives Mom a kiss. He thinks he can play with us, juggle us like toys. Well… I’m not a toy, I’m a chainsaw.