Ms. Perfect

Chapter 7

And so I did. I avoided Dylan, as much as I could. We still said "good morning" and "good night" to each other but not more than that. He tried to talk to me but I came up with a different excuse each time. I admit it was hard but I'd do anything to keep my secret a secret.

It's Sunday again. I get ready and leave the room.
"Morning. It's-"
"Sunday. I know." He says with an angry expression. "Ms. Riches I... I'm sorry you need to go through this shit."
"It's okay, really. It needs to be done."
"But he can check you in other ways. Or at least hire a girl to do that." He's worried about me, it's so cute!
"No way." I say, totally unaware that I can easily mess up now. "He enjoys it." I roll my eyes. Oh fuck, I hope he didn't see that.
"He sure does. I'm really sorry Ms. Riches. I wish I could do something." I believe him. He really wants to help me.
"Me too. Uhh, I-I mean uh... Thank you. B-But it's totally fine." I'm such a mess. "Let's go."
"After you."

We go downstairs and as usual, my father already sits on the couch, ready to touch me. "Come here, you hot damn robot." He says and licks his lips. He's drunk. I can smell the alcohol from where I stand. I move a few steps closer to him and the torture begins.

As I turn around Dylan looks at me, concerned. He says "I'm sorry" quietly, so my father can't hear him. I can't help but answer "It's okay" and smile.

"Thanks, hot stuff. You can go now."
I start going and then he says "Harris, stay." Is it bad that I don't want Dylan to stay? What could my father possibly want to talk to him about?

I walk as slowly as I can so I can maybe hear what they are talking about, but my father doesn't start talking until I'm at the point where I can't hear shit.

I go to my room, and after about 5 minutes I hear Dylan knocks on my door. "Come in." I stand up so we won't sit on my bed.
"Hey Ms. Riches."
"Hello Dylan."
"Are you okay?"
"Of course."
"Well I know you're not but I won't push you."
"How do you know I'm not?" I need to find out what he knows.
"Call me a weirdo but I just know."
"Anyway, is that all?" I ask, hoping he won't keep asking questions.
"So now we're back to avoiding each other?" He noticed?
"Uh I-I don't know what you're talking about. Goodnight." Please leave!
"Not so fast. Ms. Riches," he holds me by my shoulders, "you can stop pretending now. It's okay, I know."

Well shit.

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Author's note:

Well said Amy. Let's just hope Dylan isn't actually talking about her secret.

What do you think? Did he find out or is he talking about something totally unrelated to Amy's secret?

I personally vote for option 2 ;)

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Love you,
Sum.

(May 2020)