Trust (II)

After school, I look for Ethan. I see him walking out of Confession.

“Ethan!” I shout trying grab his attention. He looks surprised to see me.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

“I should ask you the same question,” I say, “coming out of Confession?”

“Yeah, I was asking God to forgive me for—” he begins to say, but I interrupt him, because I think what I’m about to say is more important.

“Ethan, I think its time I tell you,” I say. He’s even more confused, so I grab him by the hand, “Come with me.”

I take him back to where we were sitting across from each other, drinking milkshakes. I take a deep breath, and cant help but feel a little happy. I finally know how it feels like to have someone care for you and it feels good.

“I think its time I told you the question you’ve been dreading to be answered,” I tell him finally. I now feel that I can finally trust him, “I’m about to tell why I became and stayed a prostitute.”

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