Twenty-three

Eduardo disappeared the next day, I only asked once and the had to go home, and that was a big at lie. He either had some heated exchanged of words or feared it. At least could have said goodbye, he had been nice to have around.

My social privileges weren’t reinstated but at least Lacey was able to come over and I was able to dump all on her. Not the part where I want physical stuff to happen or the bathroom episode when he saw me all wet and naked. All the other stuff, and the more I told her and heard myself the less serious her face looked. I saw one corner of her mouth twitch and the hysterics began. She laughed and laughed while I felt my whole face burning to something that felt like anger.

“Let me know when you’re done.” I brushed an imaginary lint of my jersey pants trying to hide the hot boiling shame trying to scurry its way out of me.

“I’m sorry, but do you hear yourself?” She said between laughs when she was finally able to articulate like a normal p