ALLISON’S POV
“I love your hair,” a girl says as she walks past with her friend.
I blush and thank her, my fingers brushing over it out of habit. That makes three people since I left the salon, which should feel nice. And it does. If I knew it was going to be like this, maybe I would’ve actually told my hairdresser how good she did or at least smiled more. Now, I regret not being nicer to her.
But yeah, that isn’t the only thing I regret.
I regret not confronting Josh last night. I regret letting him talk to me like that and then just backing down because I was too tired, too overwhelmed, too done to deal with another problem. There’s only so much I can take on at once, and last night, it was too much for me.
And now, I’m mad, like genuinely pissed. I’ve been angry since the moment I
