I wrapped a towel around me and went back to my bedroom. Ella was taking care of Sophie, doing what I should have done. El glared at me when I opened the door and I almost turned and left again, but a door down the hall opened and I tucked myself into my room then looked back down the hallway. Tristan was leaving Rachel’s room. My mind immediately went to ‘he’s fucking his sister,’ then I reminded myself that she was helping him with coursework that he had and he wasn’t being sneaky about leaving her room, so it was likely innocent with me projecting my own sins onto them.
I closed my door and approached the bed, “Soph…” I started.
Ella moved herself between me and Sophie, fire in her eyes, “You just left her here, bleeding on your bed to go shower?” she scoffed.
I shook my head, “To throw up. I fucked her. I fucked my own daughter. How am I supposed to live with that El?” I asked.