I don't know why this is happening.
Why this man was lying on a hotel bed, watching me as I slowly begin to strip off my clothes. Why my mom sat quietly in he corner, a small hint on a smile on her quickly aging face as she also watched me. Why I felt sick to my stomach, but continued to slip out of my shirt.
How did things go so wrong so fast? How did I get myself into this?
But most importantly, why was I not stopping myself?
