He pulled me flush against him, and I looked away, so he doesn't see the red blush that had managed to creep up my neck and cheeks. I inhaled, breathing in his scent, taking in the entire space around

I sucked in a sharp breath and carefully placed the glass in my hand near the dispenser, inside the sink. My heart was beating hard against my chest as I placed a foot in front of the other and moved towards

It was dark and quiet as I tried to move, sprawling my arms about to try to feel something, anything. A faint scent of woodsmoke tickled my nostrils. I walked slow and steady, taking one step at a time

It was the morning of the next day and it wasn't in my favour already. My eyes fluttered open with a headache,using my right hand to block the glare from the sun illuminating through my window. I let out

Vicarious thrill watching someone who has been traumatized and bullied exact her own type of justice