Reminded him he was my senior brother. Cried. I whispered, kept thinking how I couldn’t shout. People would say I’d gone to his room by myself. I’d managed to get pretty popular within my department as the only female member of the press.The thought of what the scandal would cause scared me shitless.
Perhaps tired of my struggles, or perhaps something I said got to him, I don’t know. He shifted away from me; breathing heavily. I flew up, ran out of his room and kept running till I got to Church. Ironically, it was a male at the door.
He stopped my bawling self, told me to breathe, and asked what had happened. I did. Hiccuping, nose running, I did. The second male would become my real school father till he graduated.