Zara ran away and buried her head on the sofa as she tried to restrain some indignant and agonizing screams. She clutched her dress near her breast, holding herself back from wailing, and hopefully, the pang inside her would subside a bit.
The sounds of the sexual activity upstairs grew louder and louder that Zara couldn't help but cover her ears.
The voices were too familiar for Zara. The man was her boyfriend. Yeah, Zandro's voice for sure, but the girl…?
Not long after a bit of silence, she heard Zandro mumble, words she couldn't make out this time. She only heard the girl answered, "You go. I'll be right there in a sec." Her voice was too familiar for Zara, but she couldn't pinpoint who, or she didn't want to pinpoint and completely disregarded the thoughts in her mind.
