"Name something that you've done with a boy." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows and fiddling wi...
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Chapter Thirty _____________
Tomorrow's marks the ending of this camping trip and I've never been more relieved to know that. The weather wasn't getting any better, the activities were boring and I yearned to be under Harry every second of the day.
He made me become desperate when he'd surprisingly join us and send seductive remarks my way that only I understood, and also Gemma because she'd always snicker under her breath while shaking her head.
He knew how to turn innocent things into something completely vulgar and I hated it. My legs had to be crossed to ease the sensation that occurred in my underwear because of him resting his hand on my thigh, whispering naughty things in my ear, winking at me and eating his food a certain way.
The pain was unbearable.
Since our last encounter, we haven't had much time to escape from reality and enjoy each other's company. My mother became concerned from me missing a few of the activities the day I... did things to Harry and she even suspected that I've been seeing him behind her back.
Everything always led back to Harry someway in our conversation and I don't understand why because all she does is build stress on her shoulders that she doesn't need.
Additionally, I've never gave her a reason to think Harry and I had something going on, so it didn't make sense to me. But who knows... she probably saw me at the lake with him and went along with her made up assumptions.
What I'm doing shouldn't even be my mother's concern right now, especially since I'm aware of her wrongfully putting her hands on my father.
My sour attitude towards her could not be prevented. When I looked in her eyes, I seen a fake mother who's a liar and manipulator. Whether my suspicion is correct or not, I still have the right to feel the way that I do.
So many things were being kept away from me and I didn't like it. I never had to deal with an issue like this and that was the cause of my curiosity. The story my professor told me about his past never left my mind either since his situation was so similar to my parents'.
One thing I never wished for was for my parents to drift apart, yet it was happening. I watched them take care of each other like no other and get to where they are now, so it'd be foolish to me for them to just... throw it all away.
I know that they love each other and I also know that they can make it work, but abuse is never the answer whether you're receiving it from a man or woman.
