Mason
We walked outside on the patio when I grabbed the color of his shirt and pushed him against the house.
“What the hell is going on?!”
“Get off me!”
“Not till you tell me what’s going on!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Why is Crystal acting strange? She hasn’t been the same since she’s been staying with you”
“Are you kidding me? You’re trying to blame me for that?!” He freed himself from my grip, pushing me back, “do you not know how much this hurt her? She cried every night when she was with us. Do you think it was some fun freaking sleepover? Because it wasn’t!”
When I would pass by the shop and see her behind the counter she looked like her usual self. Even at school she was still joking and laughing with everyone like she always did. I guess I didn’t know how bad it actual
