VII. One
It wasn't hard to understand Farrah. It was a fact that she lived for her daughter and a fact that things weren't going so smoothly between them lately, but Amy had never felt like her mother acted more like one then that following night – selfish and beyond happy that her daughter was being nothing but everything she wanted: straight, two boys in 24 hours. Wasn't it wonderful?
It wasn't. And pilled with the guilt and the lies, it infuriated Amy.
She wasn't straight. And she wasn't sure she was gay either right now. As she stated, she was confused.
Very confused.
(and guilty. Damn, the guilt was going to eat her alive)