~*JUNE*~
Fuck.
Fucking hell.
Fucking f**k everything that led to this moment.
"June." Mr. Macaulay's voice slices through the silence, sharp enough that I flinch. "I want you to answer me."
My mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. The words are right there, lodged somewhere in my throat, but they refuse to come out. They sit heavy on my tongue like stones.
"It's... It's... not..." I manage, and the lie I'm trying to construct crumbles before it even fully forms.
Fuck.
I can't get this damn lie out.
Why does it feel like it's choking me?
"It's not yours?" Mr. Macaulay asks, his voice deceptively soft.
I force a nod.
"Whose is it then?" He raises an eyebrow, his gaze boring into me.
The question hangs between us, heavy enough to steal the air from my lungs. My throat tightens, makin
