Gemotions

Her heart hammered in her chest. The request was from Mark, a name she hadn't thought about in years. The boy who had made her teenage years a living hell. She was finally enjoying a quiet evening at home, and now, this. She quickly shut down the laptop, feeling her breath catch.

She wanted to scream, to lash out, to do anything to banish the unwelcome visitor. Her eyes darted around the room, as if expecting him to materialize. She felt the familiar sting of long-buried shame and humiliation, an unwelcome and unwelcome guest.