I covered my face with my hands and rubbed. “This is not happening. This is not fucking happening,” I chanted over and over again.
“Trey,” I heard Lexi’s voice call. “Trey.”
I couldn’t look at her.
I just couldn’t do it.
Oh, my God.
If we were—
Christ.
I didn’t know what the fuck I’d do.
A knock sounded at the door.
Then someone pounded on it.
Or, maybe that was happening in my head.
“Nice of you to show up,” Lexi snapped.
My hands dropped to my thighs, and I opened my eyes.
Mom and Wes stood at the door.
Christ.
From the glum look on their faces—I assumed they didn’t have good news.
Fuck me.
“Let us in, kid,” Wes said to his daughter. Lexi moved out of their way.
Once Wes shut the door behind them, he said, “There’s no cameras in here, correct?” He looked straight at me.
“Not in our apartment—but there are lots out in the courtyard.”
He nodded at me and cleared his throat.
Before he could say a word, Lexi jumped in. “Did you watch the show?”
Mom nodded. “We were watching it at the hotel. And I had it on my phone while Wes—your dad—drove us over here.”
“How long ago did you guys date?” I asked, my voice sounding like a mix between sandpaper and gravel.
“Years ago,” Mom responded, and I started feeling even sicker.
“And you were—intimate?” I asked, unable to feel my legs at the current moment.
“Yeah.”
“Oh, gross, gross, gross,” Lexi quietly chanted.
“For how long?” I asked my mother.
My mother who stared back at me blankly.