The next two weeks in the month of May were just like the other days, same old stuff. The only thing that changed was my relationship with Carlotta. It wasn't rosy, no, not at all. In fact, it took a turn for the worst.
She was always looking for a way to get in a fight with me. Everything I did annoyed or irritated her for some reason. She broke, burned or threw away anything I touched.
I avoided her like a plague, what did I do to make her hate me so much?
As the month of May drew to an end, I became worried. Luke hadn't called or texted lately and he was two weeks due to visit.
In my room, I kept looking out my small widow, watching every car that passed, looking up whenever I heard a car door slam. In the lounge, I kept looking out the door, expecting him to walk in any second, he
