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“That’s fine with me. I’m taking Della to the country club later today for a round of golf and maybe dinner.”

I nodded, not feeling the need to go with them as I didn’t like that place much. Besides, most of my classmates would be there too, as they spent most their time playing golf or tennis while hitting on all the pretty staff-members.

I looked at Della as she cleared her throat, and unexpectedly, she spoke. “Does Kennedy do things like that too?”

Raising a brow, I waited for her to clarify what she was talking about, but it soon occurred to me.

“Do you mean pleasure herself?” I asked, not letting this turn into a conversation where we’d beat around the bush.

Della’s breath caught in her throat, shocked at the words I chose which could’ve literally been worse.

“Valley,” Dad warned with a stern look which turned into confusion. “Why are you asking her this, Della? We’re eating breakfast.”

I kept my eyes on Della to challenge her to talk, but she was quiet, unsure how to tackle this.

I sighed and looked at Dad, hoping he wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable about what I would say.

“She knocked on my door last night because she must’ve heard me while I was pleasuring myself. I’m eighteen,” I stated.

Dad didn’t react to what I said, thankfully, but Della shook her head and laughed.

“I didn’t do that when I was your age. Where did you even get that…thing?”

“It’s a vibrator, Della. And it’s not wrong to use it when you have the need to.”

“It’s disgusting,” she spat, surprising me with her words just as much as Dad.

“Della, please! She’s eighteen.”

Didn’t expect him to react this way, but I was glad he didn’t shame me like Della did.

“How long have you been sexually active?” she asked.

I knew that whatever she believed in didn’t accept things like this. Sex when you’re not married was a sin, and having a boyfriend was frowned upon if you didn’t keep that boy for the rest of your life.

“Want the truth?” I raised a brow at her, waiting on an answer. “Because I don’t think you can handle it.”

Her jaw dropped and she slapped her hands onto the table with a shake of her head. “Young lady!”

“Jesus Christ, Della, stop it! Let her live. She’s not getting into trouble.”

Exactly, and even if…it would be my life we’re talking about.

“It’s not okay. It’s unholy,” she mumbled.

“I’m not trying to be a saint,” I muttered back, standing up from the table with a heavy sigh.

“I’ll have breakfast in my room. I don’t feel like sitting here, getting shamed for something so damn natural.”

Neither of them said a word, and I grabbed my plate with the eggs and bacon on it, put two slices of bread on it as well before heading upstairs and letting everything I said dwell on her.

I wasn’t born into a religious family, and as much as I respected other’s beliefs, I hated when they had to rub it into your face.

Della did it passive aggressively, which was even worse.

Once I reached my bedroom I closed the door and sat on my bed, pulled my laptop closer and put on a random show on Netflix to watch while eating breakfast.

I didn’t leave the table to calm myself down, but to let her rethink her way of judging me. It wasn’t okay, and if she didn’t see it the same way, I didn’t think there would ever be a way for us to be like before again.

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