GUILT LAURA

I closed the door to Josh's room as quietly as I could, my chest heaving like I'd just run a marathon. My legs felt shaky, my hands trembling as I pressed them against the cool wood for support. The air in the hallway was stifling, thick with everything. I'd just done. What the hell was wrong with me?

I was supposed to be here for Jess. Jess. My best friend. And instead, I'd—

My stomach churned violently, and I bit down on my lip hard enough to taste blood. I needed to move. I needed to do something, anything, to wash away the guilt clawing its way up my throat.

I stumbled down the hall and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. The sound of the lock clicking into place gave me a fleeting sense of security, but it was quickly replaced by the suffocating weight of my actions.

I turned the shower on full blast, not waiting for the water to warm up. The icy spray hit my skin, and I gasped, but I didn't step away. Instead, I grabbed the loofah and soap and scrubbed. Hard.

It wasn't enough.

No matter how much I washed, no matter how red my skin

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of the shame. I'd slept

brother, for

squeezed my eyes shut as the events of the night played on a loop in my head. His hands, his mouth, the way he'd looked at me like

guilt, but I finally stepped out, wrapping a towel around myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were

heading downstairs. The kitchen was dark, but I didn't bother turning on the lights. Instead, I moved on autopilot, grabbing the coffee pot and

could I have

into her life, and I'd repaid her

matter what Josh had said or how he'd made me feel. It

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It wouldn't

cups, adding cream and sugar to one just the way Jess liked it. I was going to tell her. She deserved to know

her room, sat down, waiting

She stopped when she saw me sitting there, and for a moment, I thought she could see right through me. "Hey," I said softly, pushing the mug toward

her hands around the cup but not

to tell you something,"

off. "Me first," she said, her voice barely above

hard, nodding.

her hands tightening around the mug. "Bryan... he... he tried

like a freight train, and

whispered, my

"We went to the park

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