Before it gets real. Oh shit there is.
"Yes. That is right, we saw you." She wiggles two fingers in front of her eyes. "You weren't asleep. You were hiding." Candid reveal. In this moment I'm a deer caught in headlights.
"Look I. . ."
"You were hiding. Like those mouses from Cinderella's stepmother and sisters. I don't know if you've seen it, but that is how you were."
Hell, does she have to describe it that way? Left with nothing else than to go with the truth since it's out. I close my eyes and breathe out. "Yes." I admitted.
"Why? Were you scared that we would viciously drug you and ship you off to a human trafficking ring or something?"
Yes. "No. I'm just—
I'm not the party type." I excused. And it is true.
"You really are a good girl." I don't know if that was a compliment or an underhand remark. "It is cool if you stay that way. But I'd so much prefer you wild. Like me. You would look banging that way." What does that mean?
