"Kendall, please answer the phone. I know you are there, please let me explain. Call me back okay?" There was a click at the end of the fiftieth voicemail Harry had left for me. I had talked to him for three days, not leaving my house at all even though it happened to be the weekend.
Harry: Please say something!
Harry: Kendall?
Harry: I never meant to hurt you
I saw all these messages pile in on my phone but ultimately ignored them while I laid on my bed. Turned towards the wall I fiddled with my messy excuse for hair, thinking about nothing in particular.
A knock was heard on my door before I heard a creak sound that let me know someone had opened it. "Kendall?" It was Kayla.
I didn't answer but rather kept playing with the strand of hair of my black hair that was curling around my
