POV: Lila
It was after school and after ballet. It was 5 o clock and I was in my house, alone. As usual nothing new there. My dad was on another business trip in Chicago. Sometimes I think he actually preferred being away from me. And my mom was in Paris, of course. She, my dad and I had lived in California. She left when I was 4. My dad and I moved to Colorado when I was 14 and then he went on a trip to Chicago for awhile. I never saw him. My first year in Colorado that was the year I was raped. I had told Jessica but that was it. She and I had been best friends since elementary school. I tried to put the incident at the back of my mind. It was very lonely being me. I had this big house but I was the only one who lived there. It seemed such a ridiculous concept. But I had a big house because my mom had the money to pay for it. She'd rather buy things rather than spend time with people. I hadn't seen her for such a long time. I barely remembered her. I had traveled to New York, London and Paris. And to Chicago with my dad. But on that trip it was more of his trip, as he was there on business.
It was another lonely night at home cooking pasta.