Chapter 25

SARAH

I walked out of the bathroom with my body drenched and warm, signifying the hot shower I just had. My hair was let to fall, dripping out and moist.

Going over to the windows, I pulled apart the curtains of my room, allowing the warm rays of the morning sun to flood into my room, filling my chilly room with their warmth.

Emilio's words from yesterday's visit to my grandma still resonated in my ears. If I wanted to see grandma hale and hearty, I'd have to sleep with him for money.

But I am not an item, a non living thing neither is my virtue and modesty a commodity. How can I sell my body because of money?

What if Emilio decides that doing it once is not enough and forces himself on me everytime he is fucking horny?

I mean it's not something he can't do. And what if in the long run, I get pregnant for that brute? Heaven forbid I have an abortion. I'd never kill an innocent unborn baby because of a mistake I willfully consented to doing.

God. I slumped on the bed, burying my face