Drabble Challenge → 84 / 100; Shame

 Shame

 

“When did this happen?”

“Doesn’t matter,” I said reaching over and picking up a shirt. My breathing halted for a second when I felt finger tips glide over my wound.

I could feel Atticus’ breath down my back, as he asked. “Who did this to you?” I shook my head and turned my body around throwing on my shirt. “Lexi,”

“None of your business, like you said. Don’t care about the past, only the future.” He backed off allowing me space but the only thing in my space was I & the shame of my own actions.

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