BASH

"Fuck," Dad curses.

Yeah, Dad. Fuck.

I turn around quickly when I realize what they're doing. 

Heat creeps down my cheeks with embarrassment. 

I can't believe I've just witnessed what Dad and Mom are doing in his office. It isn't easy to be in this awkward situation. I grip the door handle when I hear my mom giggle.

"Bash, I'm sorry. I know we shouldn't be doing it here." Mom laughs at her own words.

I stay still.

"We're not having sex, ...