My eyes followed her calculated movement, watching her as she moved. What reason could make her do this to me? Is she the only one? What about the rest of them, Margaret, Evvie and Chris? Where were they?
A million questions I wanted to ask but when I opened my lips, only one question came out.
"why" my voice came out weaker than I intended it to, almost pleading.
Her soft brown eyes that I was so used to seeing darkened with hate. "You're not the only one who has been through some s**t Francis. You're not the only one who has had to HANDLE s**t alone" she said. Even her voice sounded different from what it was.
"What happened to you Mel" my voice was strained.
I had found it difficult to open up to people, now that I finally did open up, this was what I got in return. What ever f****
