REALLY?

For days I was plagued with thoughts, mulling over what he did and wondering if maybe, I’d been the cause. It was an open secret that it was his habit to do this sort of thing and more, but I thought it was what he did to others and not me! I was still pondering over everything when she walked in…

“You look distraught, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm, ok o. If you say so. Your daddy said to let you know he wants to see you.”

And that was when the flood gates were opened. I cried a river. All the while she just held me, she held tight, wiping my tears whilst telling me it’ll be fine even though she didn’t know why I was in tears. She was bewildered as to my outburst but I still couldn’t say anything. How was I to explain that my mentor, the man I held in awe and high esteem kissed me four nights ago. How?