I have no idea where she came from
She just appeared yelling at me
Her face angry and red
Her blonde frizzy hair flying in her face
"Sophie I don't know what to do, I don't know what to think," I say my voice tense, my hands shaking hard
"What is it? You sound really distressed Kay," she asks her voice thick with worry and apprehension
I can't even bring myself to say it
To comprehend the words
"Chelsea....her friend...she said she was...," I choke on my words
I cut the phone before Sophie can continue
Inhaling and exhaling, I control my tremors and swallow down any hot fervent emotion
When I'm in my office I sit there and think
The questions explode out my head and nearly render me brain dead
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L O L I T A ' S National Anthem (COMPLETED ✔️)
Short StoryLolita - noun ❝ A sexually precocious young girl ❞ National Anthem - noun ❝ A rousing or uplifting song identified with a particular group, body, or cause❞ Because there's nothing more dangerous, thrilling and heart wrenching than being a narcissist...
