WHAT THE HELL PARENTS?!

AMARA’S POINT OF VIEW. “Amara.” My mother gasps in shock, her face contorting in horror; the complete opposite of the blissful one that she had earlier, much to my horror. Someone please tell me there’s bleach for the mind, so I can scrub this from my memory box immediately. Scratch that, what I need is something I can take to wipe my memory. Someone please! “Amara, turn around.” My dad gasps, and frankly, he didn’t have to tell me, because I turned around the second my mother confirmed my horror. My mom and dad were in bed…together….doing the thing Ace and I do very often. “My parents were doing the thing Ace and I do. Which—fine, karma, I deserved that. But somewhere under the horror and the desperate need to bleach my eyeballs, there was this… spark. Like maybe the universe was finally setting something right, just in the most traumatising way possible.” What the fuck?! “Please, someone explain what the hell I just saw?” I said, my hands rubbing at my eyes like the frantic motion co