Chapter 3

I go home and can smell the newest boyfriend is still here. His jacket is thrown across the sofa and makes it smell like beer, smoke, and sex. Mother must be home.

I pass her bedroom and enter mine. Tink is hiding under my sheets, shaking. I pet her while she licks my hand. I’m the only one she isn’t terrified of. I settle down on my bed and begin my homework. I finish two hours later to the sound of the boyfriend’s drunken curses. Tink is curled up next to my thigh, gently sleeping. I slowly slip out of bed and change into my pajamas. I slide back into bed just as slowly. I turned off my lights and was about to sleep when I remembered to pray.

Dear God, please let Ms. West ignore me tomorrow. Questions only make it worse. Amen.

The End

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