And then I walked right by her. I made no attempt to move out of the way so I shouldered straight past her, practically pushing her out of the way. I wanted...no needed to see my father. Now. I needed to ask him for his help. Tell him everything. Beg him to help me fix the s**t my stupid, sick lusts broke. But right now I couldn't. I went to the garage.
I couldn't get the glimpse of Mom out of my head. As I walked past, her eyes changed from anger, to shock, and then just...sadness...loss. Like she just lost her daughter. It was f*****g awful.
I ran to the garage. I sorted and cleaned for hours. I got a lot done. I hid like a f*****g coward.
After a few hours Dad dropped by and thanked me. Asked me if I needed any help. I told him "no, but" and then Mom came in. It was as if she were fo
