Good Riddance

Erin looked smug. ‘You saw the photos, huh?’ She got up slowly from the bed, stood in front of me, naked except for the flimsy excuse of a nightgown. ‘Was I wrong?’ A wicked gleam danced in her eyes as she approached me. Her breath stank of alcohol. ‘You ARE the product of rape, aren’t you? Mum said you were the biggest shame in her life.’ I staggered back. ‘Stop talking.’ ‘You asked for it.’ Erin sniggered, advanced. ‘Dad, that is, my dad, only allowed her to go through with the pregnancy because he thought maybe they could sell you.’ ‘Shut up.’ ‘No.’ Erin folded her arms. She was shorter than me, skinnier, and so much meaner than I realised. ‘You have tainted blood. My father may be a farmer, but yours is a rapist.’ I backed away from her, from the viper. She was enjoying this, I could tell. The sleepiness in her eyes was replaced by glee. She liked knowing she was making me uncomfortable, making me suffer. ‘Kieran deserves someone better than you. You are dirty, your blood, your gen