Let Us Not Talk About Their Bodies

{MAYA}

At first, the move hadn't been swift for Maya as everyone thought. It was just a façade she put on to show her mother she wasn't an inconsiderate brat spoiled princess. The new house had its ups and downs.

First, she couldn't reach up to the shelves without struggling, the house was too far from town and school, and three, it was secluded. However, after careful consideration, Maya let it slide and tried her best to get used to the house.

Luckily, she managed to. Her siblings were okay with it. Brent had a place to stay. Was it the compound? Quietness? Gate? Maya never asked.

That dreadful feeling she had after she moved was the same below her belly as she drove in utter silence inside her car. Undoubtedly, it was the first time Maya Smith wasn't listening to one of Taylor Swift's songs. Honestly, it was unsettling.

At least it was just a house.

Now, it was other as Armando referred and she didn't want to think.