One hundred and one
Brandon is in our kitchen. Brandon is in my parent’s kitchen. With Ma. I am trying to stay calm after they forced me out of the kitchen but I can’t. What if Ma slaps him again but with the skillet? Shit. I place a hand over my rioting heart. Okay. She is not violent.
"Amahle." I stop pacing at the sound of Pa’s voice. "Come." He pats the empty spot on the couch, I shuffle to sit beside him. "Why are you worried?" he says. He thinks I’m overreacting but he is not aware Ma hit Brandon. I don’t want him to find out. "Tell me."
A voice comes from the television, he reduces the volume and I hide a smile, he is still invested in the Saturday morning news. Folding my legs, I tug on the hem of my gown. I am on a mission to seduce Brandon. This morning ended with me on his chest; no sex.