Disgrace

One week left, and I’m scared as hell.

What if he’s a creeper? What if he rapes me then sells me as a sex slave?

Tears brimmed my eyes and I sniffled. I’ve never been so scared in my life.

I heard sobbing from downstairs and slowly crawled towards the door. Hey, If I can’t become a spy, I can act like one!

I slowly opened the door and squeezed myself through it. I crawled towards the top of the staircase and peered through the banister’s rails.

I watched my Mother sob and Father hold her calmly.

“It’s fine. We’ll find someone else to marry him.” He spoke with his voice low and gravelly.

“I can’t let Sandra marry Ace!” She sobbed louder and Father hushed her.

“I know. We’ll find a way.” He whispered.

I caught my breathe. Sandra’s 19.

I found myself smiling. If she marries “Ace” I won’t have to marry him. One less older guy out there!

I crawled back into my room, and slept dreamily.

Sandra better get married to “Ace.”