Elena
They are chatting like it's any other normal day. It's sickening, degrading, and heartbreaking. While they laugh about a recent football game, my world is crashing down.
Mike's eyes flitter from my father to me. His smile falters as he notices my anger, hurt, and betrayal.
"Elena, what's wrong?" He asks like he cares. But I know better.
My father turns around and takes note of the steady tears falling from my face. He pities me with his solemn expression. "Elena, sweetheart?"
There is so much I want to say, yet I can't seem to say anything past the lump in my throat. I want so badly to yell at them, to put them in their place, to hurt them as they have hurt me - yet there are no words.
Mike stands up from the table to walk over to me slowly, and I can't even move. How messed up
