Delilah

“You okay, honey?”

“Hmm?”

I blink and look up from the garden behind our house to see my father standing there looking at me with concern.

“Oh, uh, yep.”

But no, I’m not. Yesterday, I fell into Hell and damnation. Yesterday, I gave in to lust, and the temptations of the flesh, and I let that man—that devil—put his hands on me.

Allover me.

On the one hand, I haven’t stopped buzzing since. I’ve felt more alive in the last twenty-four hours than I have in the last eighteen years. I feel… a power, I guess. But while my heart wants to tell me that it’s a good feeling,...