Revelation
I don't know how I manage to find the brain power to get myself home, but
I do, managing it partly on bare feet when I finally conceded that my shoesare agonizing and I'm sore enough already without losing toes making my
escape.
I get into my room and close the door and lock it and then stand there like
one of those Ancient Greek warriors faced with a gorgon. I've turned to
stone. I want to scream FUCK FUCK FUCK in the loudest voice but Dad
and Lacey are home and so my terrible expression of utter mortification isinstead uttered quietly against the fist I seem to have half shoved into my
mouth.
Oh my God. He knew. He knew.
My whole body is a big bundle of adrenaline spiked flesh and boneless
panic.
He said princess. It's the nickname he always uses for me because he
knows how much it pisses me off. But did he mean it directly at me
because he knew, or does he just throw around that patronizing term of
endearment to any girl that crosses his path. I feel sick to my stomach...infact......I dash to my bathroom and only just reach the toilet before I start to
heave. I hate being sick at the best of times, but now I'm shaking and
crying because I don't know what to do. If he knows it was me, if he
guessed, then how can we pretend it never happened? I can't go back to
being his stepsister and sitting next to him at dinner making innocuous
family style conversation. I can't hear him call me princess again without
seeing him lying on that rug, jeans around his thighs and his hand coveringup the evidence of what we'd done.
I retch again at the thought of having to go downstairs tomorrow and see
him pour out his stupid sugary chocolate cereal like an overgrown fiveyear-old, and pretend nothing happened.
This is a disaster of epic proportions.
At the sink, I wash out my mouth with a handful of water and then catch
sight of myself in the mirror. My black lace bat mask it still in place but my
white face make-up is smudged and my lipstick is nonexistent. I look at
myself objectively, trying to work out if he could have guessed. With my
purple eyes and a lot of my face covered by the mask and my wig, I can'tsee how he would have suspected. I kept my voice level different the whole
time. I didn't slip once. When I left the house before the party I was totally convinced he would never guess. My heart rate starts to normalize as I
begin to doubt my panic-induced freak out. Harrison can be a real charmer.
I know this. He has a silver tongue. That must be what the 'princess'
comment was all about. Just him rolling out the smooth moves.
Maybe I'm worrying about nothing. I take some steadying deep breaths,
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MY STEP BROTHER
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