365 Prompt: September 25 2017


He was her lover. That’s what she’d told me.

I hated that word. It was so… graphic. I mean, for god’s sake, he was old enough to be her grandfather. She was all of about 20 and he knew it.

I think that’s what made it all worse. He should have known better, but then again, he was just a man; a man with urges who obviously didn’t know about the line that should never be crossed.

I hated to think what they did when they were alone together. I hated to think that a dirty old man would put his hands on my sister.

I wanted to put my hands on him too.

Around his neck.


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