This weekend had been more exhausting than any other. Saturday morning when I woke—despite the destruction Kyle and I had done Friday night—my room was neat and tidy. Not to mention, my entire body was searched and there was no sign of a bonding mark. Nothing. If it had not been for my missing underwear and nightgown, I would have thought the entire incident was a wonderful nightmare.
Though there was no evidence, my sub-consciousness wouldn't allow me to be in the same room as my parents. The fear of them figuring everything out overweight everything else. Even if I wasn't able to see the bonding mark, maybe they could. Nothing passed my mother. It was the reason I often got in trouble.
Brian was a whole other kettle of fish. He was absent all through the weekend. The history class he taught on Saturdays was postponed. When I asked a parent of one of the students about this, she said Brian had notified the parents in the morning he was ill.
What a joke.
