The Recall Trials - Chapter 2: Why Is My Stepmom Dressed Like That Again?

... d out of the giant metal gate, tugging my black hoodie over my head to block out the sun.

Still felt like knives stabbing into my skull from last night.

As I crossed the driveway,I looked up.

Lena.

She was leaning over the balcony railing, wearing the short silk dress and a robe that barely stayed tied, smiling at me in that same gross,kinda seductive way.

Eyes trailing down my body like I was some piece of meat she couldn’t wait to eat.

I scoffed ...