Chapter Twenty-Six

Our Apple Tree

Thalia

Pizza. And a movie.

Her head was buzzing. Like a hive full of bees just given a good whack by naughty children her head was humming and to many emotions bounced off the walls like angry yellow jackets.

She was angry he had spanked her.

but. Not mad like when he threatened her.

It was a new sort of mad that had her wanting him to..

say something?

anything?

You didn't just..

do that to nearly full-grown people.

bend them over and spank them?

And then she moaned and the already mortifying event got worse.

She was ashamed.

And actually felt bad for ruining the house.

And now this.

He wasn't talking, wasn't trying to touch her.

The shocking reality was she wanted him to.

some twisted broken part of her wanted him to hold her and accept her shitty apology. Then there it was again.

anger. why should she apologize??

They.again? look at what they did.

now she has to sit here and feel bad for what?

screwing up their nice house.

The least he could do i