Redrawing Consequences

My friend touched me. He thought it was nothing. It wasn’t.

So I fucked his family. Not physically—systematically. I became his mom’s favorite.

I filled his dad’s head with doomed ambitions. I outshined his siblings just enough

to sting. I taught his grandparents how to argue online. Holidays collapsed. Group chats died.

No one knew why things felt wrong—only that they did. One day he asked, “Why is my family

like this now?” I shrugged. “You crossed a line,” I said. “I redrew the consequences.”

He never touched me again