My Best Mistake

Once fully clothed I sat on the tiled floor trying to plan out how the next half an hour would work. Would I go downstairs and get the silent treatment I'd been giving him? Or should I prepare myself for the Spanish Inquisition? And what should I tell him? He had to know the truth at some point, but was right now really a good time? What if he threw me back out into the street again?

A story of a teenage 'runaway' and how she deals with the situations she's been given, and why has she had to leave in the first place?