Lola
Knock. Knock.
" Darling, are you there?” Frank is on the other side of my door. I step away from my luggage and open it for him.
" Yes?” I ask him, unable to meet his eyes.
" Why are your things downstairs? What's happening?”
" I am moving in with Ada.”
" Why?”
" Because I decided that I need to live alone and not with my mother and her husband.” I spit at him. He looks at me with confusion and pain.
Stop looking at me like that...
" Why are you acting so different? Did something happen?” He tries to hold my hand, but I move away, despite the warm comfort his touch usually brings.
" Because we can't keep doing this, Frank. We're over.”
" I don't want it to be over. Does Mark have something to do with this? Is he trying to take you away because if he is, I swear...”
" No, i
