~AVERY~
I grab my sketchbook and slowly start ripping all of the pages, one after the next. They were all drawings of Lucas. Whenever I stayed locked up in my room, I would be drawing him, every single detail of him that I memorized were in each of these pages. I try not to cry as I stare at the pile of images on the ground. Some had his eyes, some had his nose, some even had his lips that I have dreamed about kissing on multiple occasions.
Having his lips on mine has always been a dream of mine that I knew would never be fulfilled.
It was time that I tried to get over these feelings. I could no longer dream about my sister’s husband and the things I wished that he could do to my body.
He was off-limits. In fact, he has always been off-limits. I have just been so blinded by my feeli
