You texted Sarah

ACT 3

You shouted through the door, **** now. "Mum, listen to me!"

Her voice came back, strained and broken. "No! Just get out of here. I lost face in front of my client when she said, 'Doesn't that look like your son?'" Her voice wavered, and you could hear her sobbing behind the door.

The weight of her words hit hard, and your heart sank. She wasn’t just angry—she was devastated. You stood there helpless, feeling the rain soak through your clothes as your mind raced for a solution.

A neighbor passed by, glancing curiously at the scene unfolding on your doorstep. Your face flushed with embarrassment, and you quickly sat down, pulling your knees to your chest to hide the obvious outline of your purple panties that were now visible through the soaked white shorts. You wanted to disappear.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you looked down. Without thinking, you typed a quick message to Sarah: "My mom chased me out of the house. I have nowhere to go. Do you think I can stay at your place tonight?"

You stared at the screen, your pulse racing as you waited for her reply. The seconds felt like an eternity, the rain continuing to drench you as you sat on the cold steps. Then, a message popped up.

"Yes, definitely. I'll let Mum know. We can arrange something."

Relief washed over you like a warm blanket. You quickly replied, "Thanks," before getting to your feet. The drizzle had turned into a steady rain, and you were cold and soaked to the bone, but at least you had a place to go.

You turned away from the house, glancing back at the door one last time before slowly heading toward Sarah and Mrs. Geoff’s house.