Erotica 1
Tessa.
The first thing I notice when I pull into the driveway is how little has changed. Same patchy lawn, same peeling shutters, the same crack in the front step that Dad always swore he’d fix and never did. The second thing I notice, after I drag my suitcase to the porch and nearly twist my ankle on that crack, is that I don’t want to be here.
I don’t want to be anywhere, honestly. Not after what happened at school. Not after Mom’s “You need a break, sweetie” phone call and her gentle guilt trip. Not after she said the words family summer in that voice that makes me want to roll my eyes straight out of my head.
But I’m here. Because I’m stupid. Because I have nowhere else to go.
The screen door swings open before I even reach for the handle, and there’s my mother in her wo
