you held her in your arms as you followed behind her. you tried to hold her in a way that she wouldn't accidentally flash anyone.
"here," she said. "just lay her down on the couch."
you did as she said before looking at around. this is where she lived before she moved in with her aunt.
food, drinks, clothes, wrappers all littered the floor. stains were in the couch. things you couldn't identify were in the wall.
she looked embarrassed to have you there. and you realized why you never saw where she lived.
what a role model she was.
YOU ARE READING
Blonde Girls
Short Storyshe never spoke up for herself. everyone "loved" her. in their eyes she was the blonde that was pretty, dumb, and showed too much skin. Beautiful cover made by @starrgazing
