Breakfast was awkward. Alison and Martina were giggling and whispering across the table from me, and I was pretending to be nonchalant. Their parents must have been wondering what the hell was going on last night and why we were acting so weird.
This is where it hit me that I fucked up. They’ll blab. They’ll tell their friends. Their friends will tell everyone. Teachers will find out. Parents will be notified. Police will be called. 2 counts of rape. 5 Years in jail. Will I end up on that fucking Registry too? I should have kept my fingers to myself in that hot tub last night.
“Hey! Are you coming with us? We’re leaving” Allie has awoken me from my daymare.
“You can come sit in the back with us” said Martina, as I got into the 3rd row of the minivan and sat between the girls. Alison’s parents and few other relatives piled into the car after me.
The 2 hour drive seemingly lasted twice as long. Both of them kept putting their hands all over my legs and lap the whole way. Leaning over me and whispering things to each other. Martina was playing violent version of footsie with me, while Allison kept holding on to my arm and hand, periodically massaging my fingers, and putting my hand on her upper thigh.