"He's harmless," Lois assures me, following me as I walk towards the school. "Really, Steph, he just thinks you're pretty, and you are, and you know how boys are around pretty girls— "
"I do know how boys are around pretty girls, thanks," I snap, rolling my eyes. "Look, Lo, it's fine. I'm not gonna have a mental breakdown and drive off a bridge or anything. He's—what?—fifteen? I don't care, really. I'm fine."
"Stephanie, you're never fine," she insists, quickening her pace to catch up with my long-legged strides. "And you're a brilliant liar, which is a truly terrible combination with your burgeoning insanity."
"I'm not insane, Lois, just"—I drag my fingers through my hair— "I'm recovering. And it's hard to do that when you bring new boys into my life every other day."
She looks like she wants to say something else, but I flash an I'll-be-fine smile before I turn and walk away.
a/n: i'm tired but i keep writing???? like, sleep??????
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
