After she had ran the razor over her legs she turnes around to face towards me. As you can probably tell by my writing, I am quite young (Teen). “Ooooohhh fuck.” She moans with her head tilted to the side. Who looked up to me like a big brother, always running to the door shrieking to give me a hug whenever I came by. It’s when she lifts her hand up and opens her mouth that I realise. Opening the door I turn around and cast my eyes down at the floor as I slowly walk backwards and hold out the razor towards her. I quickly duck back behind the door fearing that I had been spotted. I just need a minute.”
“Sure” I respond.“Do you want me to wake you if you…”
I trail off mid sentence realising that she has already drifted off.“Fall asleep” I finish. “James will you read me a story before I go to bed?”“Did you turn the light off upstairs?” I replied.
