Blurted confession

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Steven slams the door shut

Go change your clothes and meet me in the study We have a lot to talk about

He tells me sternly and turns around to leave

I walk to my closet and pick up my night gown My body feels numb as I walk and my head feels like it's on fire Maybe it's the shock of what happened earlier It was the last thing I was expecting I close my eyes and take a deep breath I feel goosebumps rise on my arms and I shudderrub my hands over my arms hating myself at the moment hating myself for not fighting against Farkle and hating myself for not hating Farkle I know I should be scared But I'm not I don't know why Maybe it's because he wouldn't meet my eyes when he tried to rape me

I open my eyes and start to take off my clothes Once my clothes are off I pull the night gown over my head I take another deep breath I don't bother to pick up the clothes off the floor Instead I walk to the washroom I open the door and walk to the mirror I stand in front of the mirror but I don't look up afraid of what I might see I clench my hands and scold myself for being weak like I was back then Swallowing my fear I look into the mirror

My hair is messed up and my face is year stained I wish that I had tried harder to stop Farkle from trying to do anything I wish I could have been stronger Without another look at the mirror I leave the washroom Exiting the washroom I head for the door I made my way towards Farkle study and my steps get smaller and smaller I feel scared I know that Steven won't yell at me But I feel like I have somehow disappointed him

Shaking my head I open the door to his study and let my eyes search for him When I enter Steven is already there with Riley Lucas and Zay Everyone looks at me when I enter I watch as Riley teases up and worry shines in her eyes Steven opens his arms to me when he sees me and I run to him without thinking He scoops me up and places me on his lap I wrap my arms around Steven neck and rest my head on his shoulder We sit there in silence as he runs his hand up and down my back

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