Chapter 5 The Mother

• “W-what do you want?” Chantelle stuttered, stepping back in anticipation. She didn’t know what to say or do next. “Please, whatever you’re thinking of doing, I beg you not to do it—"
• She was cut in my mid-sentence when something suddenly hit her in the face.
• Her instincts kicked in and she reached out to remove the object, only to find that it was a white towel that he had thrown at me. As a result, she was hit by a tidal wave of embarrassment and awkwardness.