78: Are they mine?

A V E L I N A

"What?!" Carina exclaimed as I told her the events of last night. "Don't tell me you guys fucked. Avelina, you didn't right?"

"No, of course not! I stopped him before it could go further. I made a grave mistake, Rina. I shouldn't have even let him come close to me, talk more of driving me home. It's all my fault." I said, tightening my robe as the morning breeze blew.

I ran my hands through my hair my eyes still swollen from lack of sleep and my head banging as a result of hangover.

"It's not your fault, sweetheart. You were drunk and if he didn't drive you home, who knows what worse could have happened. At least, he didn't try to take advantage of your state."

"He fingered me, Carina. That wasn't the influence of alcohol. I knew, I didn't stop him. I hated to admit that I wanted it. Wanted him at that point. I thought I had made progress over the last five years, but just one touch from him, I was back to being that weak pathetic girl."

"Oh, darling. It's completely nor