Chapter Thirty-Three

Rayne

I wake up in the morning with an odd feeling in my gut.

It’s the day I’ll have to move from this bedroom, which means that Alaska will be coming soon. I shouldn’t feel this down thinking about it but it’s not something I can control. I can lie to myself, but I can’t control the way I feel about this.

Without Denise, things are much harder. At least I had someone to talk to before. Now, things have changed. I have no one to talk to and I’m alone most of the time. I know Veronica extended her help but this issue is what’s bugging me most, and I can’t tell her about her brother. I can’t. I don’t know if she suspects something but I won’t be the one to tell her.

Her brother can tell her if he wants.

I have breakfast and then pace my bedroom floor. I’m anxious. My things will be moved later on in the day so for now, I have nothing to do and I don’t feel like staying in here and thinking about what happened. It’s all making me sick with anxiety and never-ending guilt and shame.