I Let Him Ruin My Ass (6)
Amber pulled out of the parking lot like everything was normal.
As if I hadn’t just shattered in her father’s lap while she stood a few feet away, completely unaware.
The silence in the car felt suffocating. I sat in the backseat, legs still trembling, gripping the hem of my sundress so tightly it wrinkled beneath my fingers. My skin was damp, and my heartbeat hadn’t returned to normal. I tried not to look up at the rearview mirror, but I could feel his gaze. It clung to me. It lingered on every inch of my skin.
Amber tapped her fingers against the steering wheel, humming along to some pop song playing faintly on the radio.
“I might swing by that smoothie place,” she said. “You want anything?”
I cleared my throat, forcing my voice to stay level. “No, I’m fin
