Venessa's POV
Anger boiled inside of me as she closed the door behind her. But I didn't know where that anger was directed at. The fact that she didn't listen to me, or the fact that she didn't care enough to stay. Nevertheless, I wasn't pleased.
I stared at that door, for who knows how long, hoping and waiting for her to turn around and come back in.
Veronica was watching me.
I don't know if she does this because she's studying me, trying to understand me. Or simply because she just wants to be like me. The way she's looking at me is the look she has given me my entire f*****g life.
She's trying to read me, and no matter how hard she tries she will never succeed. It's been nearly over thirty years and she has still yet to know me. "You care about her. Don't you?" She finally said
