catherineentrocaso
There were sheets on the bed the morning after. I thought he'd take them off maybe to wash, maybe as some sort of sick souvenir. I didn't like how they smelled like his cheap fir tree aftershave. At 13 I didn't like much of anything, not since he turned me to 21 over several painful nights. I'm going to burn those sheets, maybe with him in them, as soon as I can. Perhaps when I leave his bed for good.